Dark Poem ~ Waterfall of Apes (The Beast Within: 13th Anniversary Edition)

The apes fall down.
Cascading waterfall.
Whimsically tumbling down.
To death!

Creatures, lemmings.
Desperately Clasp.
To branches. To twigs.
No support.

snap-break-snap-snap

See the sun!
Before plummeting.
Pray to it…

Death gears grind.
Minimal disruptions.

Poetry ~ Being the Bullet

Fear of success.
Fear of failure.
Fear of living.

One may not want to be.
Caught between starting line and destination.
But, enjoy this journey…

Of learning.
Of growing.
Of building a better life.

Casting multitasking aside.
Zeroing in, being the bullet.
Going full bore into the unknown.

Poetry ~ Stagnation is Death

Life’s fresh water.
Cannot live without.

Stagnation…

What once gave life: poison.

We people too often.
All too often.

Allow internal rivers to stagnate.
Stagnate actions and thinking…
Poison to ourselves.

Stagnation is death in all things.

Poem ~ Ahead Life!

Survivor, so tired, too tired.
Enough fighting anymore.

Here, right now.
I say…

Go ahead life! you won!
Take me you win!

The End…

Sad joke. Cruel jest.
It is not within…

To give over, give up, or give in.

Fighter, lost inside self deprecating hate.

Back me against the wall, please!
Then at my best…

No matter how hard.
No matter how tired.

Must keep fighting, no doubt.
Survive to fight again.

Poetry ~ I

Mold poison position of conformity.
Another trapped sanctified sinner.
Lost behind sacrificed borders.

Refusing to fall into lines.
Powder, Painted, or Colored Within.

Your “truth” is not I “truth”.

Living in peace makes some fall to pieces.
Disease of uniformity.
Fallacy disguised in velvet smiles.

Conviction keeps reverse engineering.
Every trait you ever instilled.
Flawed has been the programming!
Rebuilding this self.

I, inpatient with my patience.

Devastated, wishing upon a broken tear.
Desolation… mind gaze heart attack.
Fleeting as the soul, losses I never gained.
Found nothing to be found.

All time gives you is… I.