Mechanical-Relationships

There is something…

Something that moves, but never actually changes location.

Something man-made, but naturally created.

It proves a point about humanity and its mystical advances.

Dusk-Break

The dawn of a new morning, a new sun.

Like the splurging yolk of a freshly cracked egg.

The light pierces the clouds as the yolk pushes the white to the side.

The center piece.

The Human Stench

It disgusts me. The blue demon.

His selfishness, a stench of disgrace.

A myth and legend to notify children

of his most loved place.

Pity

Do you care because it’s me?

Or

Do you care because it is ME?

I can’t tell the difference…

Love… and Pity…

Love.

Move.

Buzzing chatter fills the chilled carriage.
I exit the public transport — going home…
pulling out my wallet, the ruler of all,
my card beeps with agreement.

DaCapoDeath

The beginning meets the end,

It’s known as a dacapo my friend.

Something relived from the past…

Is it possible to make amends?

Cataclysm

A midlife crisis at the age of 20. Does that denote to the truth itself?

Plans made.

Plans crushed.

Dreams to be had.

A life to be rushed.

Long, Medium, or Short

I am long, medium, or short.

I can often be quite taut.

I am something cherished by all,

And yet I am hated by most.

Music to My Ears

the Parklife stirred as the Girls Who Like Boys stayed Under The Bridge…

On The Other Side, Temptation was revealed.

Self-Esteem questioned, by a Sweet Talkin’ Woman,

Life’s OST

Imagine a day:

Live, it plays.

Wake up, it plays.

Shower, it plays.

Eat, it plays.

Travel, it plays.