nontoxic

you will not speak
your doubt to my face,
yet it is I who am the snake?
coiling only to bite
and never for warmth,
as you sleep
i creep, and wrap myself
around your arm.
you react in fear
and I am forced
to hold on for life.
I grasp, nontoxic
fangs inject nothing.
assuming only the worst,
in your fear of death
you break my neck
only now can you see
mine is a harmless
color scheme.

spiritual evolution

Seeking a noble constitution
within this institution, I wait
for focal emergence
yet the lens diverges, concave.
Can I realign the eye
or the strands of nucleotides,
and maintain pace with
evolution's strides?
Reintegrate through the mind
detritus, use the sand of time
in an elevated fashion, recombine.

jus·tice

—Idioms
10.
bring to justice, to cause to come before a court for trial or to receive punishment for one's misdeeds: The murderer was brought to justice.

Patience

We are not ready for what you are seeking;
This revolution to be completed.
For we are too young as a people
Still, full of lust for empire and glory
Trapped in the individual, adolescence.
Each and every one of you
Would cut the throat of the next man
For the key to the kingdom.
Still, you beg to be a part.
Your world is much smaller than you think,
And the real world is far too large to imagine
So, understand you must not pretend
that we are nearing the end,
because this is only the beginning..
We were born in the furnace
Remnants of the empires before us
All have crashed and burned.
We know not of suffering yet,
We are the free,
Or at least we still believe ourselves to be.

I miss you, I really do..
there's just not much I can give you these days
and I know you don't want to part ways
I've known it all along
that I'd give in till its gone
but now I have to be real with you

of course there is tension
from the things we wont mention
we both want to believe
things are more than they seem

how can you say we're ready
when we can't keep our shit steady
I know it's not fair
but we were going no where
it is hard for you to see
because you can't see past me

if i was honest with myself,
I am just afraid.
all of these placates are nothing
more than a friend in need,
i just don't know how to ask for it.
if you spend your whole life
with out ground to stand,
you learn to swim.
but i'm swimming on dry land,
and no one really understands.
how could I describe to you
how hard it is to be?
my instincts have the better part of me.

all I need is help
but I need to help myself.
the world wants you to open up,
show them all the goods inside
so they can have them at their disposal
excuse me for keeping the door closed
i heard there were petty theives
walking the streets

Its inevitable.

there exists a certainty underlying
the threshold of uncertain times,
so that which you disregard
will build
craftily behind the scene.
the deserted never forgets the deserter,
and the marooned have chance for rescue
when beyond the discarder's reach.
these jettisoned ideals, buoyantly,
ride wave upon wave until beached.
because that is the destiny,
of something afloat at sea.


when refused
the abandoned seeks restitution.
in this negative space lies the inevitable
forever fashioning and festooning
preparations behind the next closed door.

a holy matrimony

who am I to describe such grace,

as the boundlessness of time and space?

I am but an intrepid groom,

who attempts to lift the veil too soon,

or peer through the lace,

to steal a glance of your face.

what is it that I hope to see

to quell the restlessness in me?

is it but another disguise,

or is there comfort in your eyes?

whatever it be,

will you set me free?

if a man is afraid of death, he is afraid of himself.

afraid to look into his own eyes

and see the true depth.

we created the abyss to imprison our real destiny

cast down like the devil,

to dismiss, that all is One in me.

but we can be free,

for we do not need light to see.

because the abyss is not that deep

and it does not hold the Beast.

there is no devil but the one you seek