The old guard
The stoic’s face severe
as he turned a callous and deaf ear
upon the vulgar thralls
in their salacious free-for-all
who shared none of his fear.
The stoic’s face severe
as he turned a callous and deaf ear
upon the vulgar thralls
in their salacious free-for-all
who shared none of his fear.
The allure of night
is in forbidden kisses
and secret lovers.
With fire’s power
man conquered all the others:
we first broke the earth,
crude skill crafting cruder forms;
water became steam,
propelling generations;
when we tamed lightning,
we drove back fear of the night;
we shaped our own wings
and the world shrank beneath us.
Finally at last,
we rule over everything
except our ravenous hearts.
We always speak of
those on the left and the right –
where are the balanced?
Uncertain futures
shake the timid present and
bring calamity.
Cough, cough~
Why in the hell
did I go to the gym?
Ah, I went there to get healthy…
Cough, cough~
The winds of change blow,
full with heavy fragrances:
spring and grace and hope.
Little people line my cup
dancing on tiny waves
only to drown on my lips.
The cup warms my hands
and the liquid my heart while
friendship warms my soul.
Insecurities
worm their way inside of me:
chattering madness.