gas masks selfish tasks

snobs in person, cunts online
stripped of empathy, defensive mind
strangers hide behind anonymity
plastic and fake creativity
cliches and pedantic rhetoric
emotional heuristics; a gimmick
glimpsing through dirty glasses
blaming the filth on the masses
without compassion, relation decays
yet with, manipulation sways
projecting the damage that's been done to you
that's all you were taught to do
when you stop questioning the life you live
what reason have i to forgive?

its nature

What do you see when you look upon the world?

I see order out of chaos

I see meaning growing from the rocks of meaninglessness

I see sense struggling to survive in a world of nonsense

I see purpose created from a life of purposelessness

I see the WILL painting itself on the landscape

I see that which is within manipulating, that which is without a creator.

nonverbal communication

a defensive glare
a disarming smile

disconnectedtension

im tired of pretending
my attitude im bending
for your friendship i save face
inside i feel disgrace
i want to be myself
inside there is such wealth
of creativity
somethings we disagree
intrinsic or fantasy
foundations of what is to be
subjective reality

the city streets smell like donuts
music is the thread that is stitched through time
carrying us through to the future
reminding us of the past.

i think i thought

i think i thought i thought a thought,
of past times forgot.
for memories of things i sought
get lost in the things i aught.
its refreshing to be able to lay in the shallow end
relax without having to try not to drown.
if i get too deep i will have to hold my breath.
swimming whats that.
who needs friends when you can talk to yourself.
who needs lovers when you can go fuck yourself.
there's a great valentines card.

squirly

your spaztastic antics
are pushing me over the edge
gonna make my head explode
chill the fuck out
i'm allergic to your bullshit
your sense of urgency is not
increasing your speed of efficiency
it just makes me feel like you're
trying to kill me

patience running thin
vow to thicken this skin
not much more i can tolerate
this frustration turns to hate

i know its not your fault
but in my wounds you throw salt