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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

My Verse

Nothing, to the eyes of the masses.

I am a puny being.

A singular thing, no more.

An empty cocoon, quenched with dismay.

One lifetime I had a wish,

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,

Path of Poison: A Calf’s way

They walk past, not even a glance.

They walk past, pretend. Pretend. To not change your stance…

They know, how could they not?

Life’s OST

Imagine a day:

Live, it plays.

Wake up, it plays.

Shower, it plays.

Eat, it plays.

Travel, it plays.