Start to Finish

death from death
life from life
shoot fate down
and dont think twice,
of silent repent
and lackluster intent
whether up or down
neither bent nor split.

theres a Whos done what
a where and why,
but it all boils down
to the way it all dies.
whether it fades quick,
lingers to make us sick,
reaches infinity
or eats the hope in me.

it seems like a waste
to develop a taste
for such mediocrity.
when there's a limit on
each dusk and dawn.
an end of which
flips the final switch

to simple conscious thought.

rest

theres a slight fond remembrance
of a dark suffering temperance
of a world gone frightfully wrong.

black bird falls from bleeding red skies
with worldy curse of propaganda and lies,
singing notes to a somber song.

as all ritz upper class winners
devour sweet deviant sinners
from a platter of prosed placid decay.

and the strong upheld intents
slip into forced weak repents.
and these sheep die alone, nothing to say.

Day before another year

I hate these times when everything seems to weigh so heavily. One pull of the thread and the whole sweater unravels kinda thing. I have so much to accomplish but the stress level that it's all causing is a huge catalyst for my extreme lack of motivation. Luckily, a week's vacation from work gives me time to start some sort of plan of action (as if I can really plan a life as turbulent as mine). Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. For some reason it feels like some sort of ascent to a higher level of self-discovery. Not that years before have felt any less, but lately my mind has just succumbed to a plethora of demanding questions. I am both anxious and excited for the next year of my quest for some sort of enlightenment (and I use that term loosely). I'm looking forward to school, finally deciding on a psychology major. I've always enjoyed running around in other people's mental playground. As if I'm not analytical of everyone already, now I'll have the knowledge to delve deeper and be able to accurately pick people apart [insert mischievous grin here]. Bottom line, at the moment I have a mountain of situations to tend to, and I'm trying not to collapse under it. Lucky for me I'm used to this sort of "anxious awaiting life changing lessons" thing.

Battle Royale

oh what a tyrant
who suppresses the giant
in a battle for seismic treasure.
but a solution is naught what
such villains have sought
just a reward of empty measure.
there's a consience in one
who directs all the fun
to analysis and detailed design.
while the other beats on
for the foolish pawns
hooked on meaningless rhyme.
but can you guess
the culprits no-less?
and whom i so speak upon?
it's head versus heart
those two warring parts,
fight 'til flesh and bone are gone.