Demons and Walls

When left to your self, the eventual end is almost inevitably collapse. The walls you've built by activity and constant motion seem not to hold everytime you are required to be still. Or stillness happens on you.
You fill your life with "excitement" and so everything feels fine. A facade that can only hold for so long. Soon the bustle will end or worse, they'll cease to be enough. In the midst of them, the silence and hurt and pain and loneliness you've tried to mask will seep through the cracks and flood the ground and almost immediately, you'll drown again amid the demons you thought you'd shut away forever.
Demons you'd once welcomed and played with and feasted with...they knew you like you knew your heart beat. They'll know when to poke, how hard to poke, the places to poke that'll eventually drive you crazy. A crazy you'd locked in a cage with steel carved padlocks and keys you'd thrown in oceans miles from home. A cage you'd buried 52ft in the ground and left no landmarks so you'll forget you ever had a crazy buried somewhere.
Now the walls have crashed and once again, the storm rages on. No one knows how long this one will last...

When you come

I will wait for you.  I promise, with stars in my eyes and lips to never speak lies,  I'll wait.

I'll stand atop Hills,  mountains peaks and heights where the sun and moon always

kiss before they bid each other farewell.

I will wait as I always have,  'cause only when you come will I know if I ever  meant something to you.

The Unfit Misfit

The unfit misfit
The puzzle piece that has no place
Neva fitting
Readily pitting
Sailing with the tides
Up, down, forward, sideways
Currents, torrents
Pulling, proding
Carrying

At whatever point we encounter  shore
There, we'll stop, make camp
Light a fire, stare at stars...

At least until unease and unrest
Cause our hearts to wander
And stillness, an option unbecoming

So the morning arrives with bags packed
Another seaway adventure
Or wander journey
Depending on where we are priviledged to meet shore again
Till then we'll float with the tides and dance with the sharks
Under clear skies
Under blue stars
Moon shine, ocean tides
Ying, yang, dark, light
Till we are entwined
In perfect harmony
Rhythm, as fluid as the waters
Lost at sea and never to be found
But in floors with fish and reed
Rock and weed
Swimming with eels
Till we arrive
Where ends meet
And oceans deep
Wandering for all time
Always to be the unfit misfit.

Common Sense

Common Sense


Common sense has gone on an errand and hasn't returned.

At least thats what we say to people when we are asked. Truth be told, he ran off taking morals and discipline with him.

Ethics for fear of corruption followed suit and now, all that is left is a house full of idiocy.

We've sat across the table from immorality and drank from his venomous glass, now we are plagued with a perpetual drunkeness on senselessness.

We've become friends with folly and stupidity and pledged allegianace to gods whose ultimate satisfaction is our inevitable destruction.


Common sense has left us.

Truth be told, he was was too insistent and convicting, so much so we couldn't stand him. Now he lies in our backyard 6ft under and his epitaph thereof reads: "

"Here lies sense, the usual reason"