Anthracite

So the purpose is to be strong
survive and be

what exactly?
once you have finished being whatever it is
what then?

then asking this, at your peak
standing alone after a study of life
you feel worn out and forgotten

not part of the cycle anymore
you are in wonderment
of change and wrinkles

worthless self pity
as you look at time
hopelessness of the fight

you will never be a God
age takes with no manners
please don’t act so surprised

accept my shape of things
not happy with the outcome
but happy to be wiser

I am not a shiny graphic novel
but a beautiful fulfilling story
written in an ugly font

Heaviness inside is felt by all at a time
no one is special, no one is different
pleading for solace is arrogant
and in the end
wasteful

admittance of such things
should be done in silence
because it is selfish
and in the end
spiteful

to speak extemporaneously
may be all there is at hand
for a shackled heart
and in the end
helpful

So the purpose is to be strong
survive and be

what exactly?
once you have finished being whatever it is
what then?

then asking this, at your peak
standing alone after a study of life
you feel worn out and forgotten

not part of the cycle anymore
you are in wonderment
of change and wrinkles

worthless self pity
as you look at time
hopelessness of the fight

you will never be a God
age takes with no manners
please don’t act so surprised

accept my shape of things
not happy with the outcome
but happy to be wiser

I am not a shiny graphic novel
but a beautiful fulfilling story
written in an ugly font

All this talk of Gods makes me sigh
for the real reason always seems to slip away
because a God is only a tool
to wave as a weapon

the rains didn’t come
you angered the God
its all your fault
and you’ll be punished

we are the messengers
this is how you must live
or you will go to hell
your irreverence noted

and we are blessed with gold
and robes and houses
and food because we worship God
not you, you, you irreligionist!

but the only God to be feared
is the fabricated monster
of mean slithery men
to promote fear
for control

Powerful Pregnant Pause

You say it was me
I say it was you

There, that seems to have fixed it.

It touches me there
skimming down my face
caressing my neck
like some hard up
alley worker
a bitch called humidity

Passing the time with hyetology
fingers laced like a hair clip
it comes in from the ocean
on a massive unseen ship

Please my lover come quickly
soak me from your skies
drench me to my very bones
disguise my face that cries

Then its here upon my visage
caressing like a mother
starting its soothing ablution
As I wonder about my brother

Reminder

Like a demon’s ugly fingers

the heat snatched at me

it’s vile smoke trying to choke

the glass in the car

creaked and groaned

like a desperate lover

animals and men flee

as the greedy bastard

gorged itself on dry plants

and they screamed reminders

that men were the cause

but never in charge