Virtue Reality Check

Keep a muzzle on your mind
and a leash around your limbs
unless you dare to die
in a battle you can’t win.

Principles have perished
with virtue on their side.
But life cannot be understood.
Greater men have tried.

It’s best you take it lightly
and silence all the sounds.
The best that you can hope for
is just to stick around.

The Meaning of Life

You’ll just know.
You’ll just…
know.

I finally know.

Intuition
like a lightning bolt,
like a realization
at the tip of my tongue
yet light-years away
and not composed of any words at all.

Reaching out to touch it,
my chest caves in
as I cross over dimensions
and break through magnetic fields.

Crushing. Imploding. Recoiling. Resounding.

The universe aligns
and I catch a glimpse
of a worm-hole
black-hole
holy grail of light.

If you open up the sun,
life as we know it
will end.

I catch my breath.

Yes.
This is it.

One-Word Self-Portrait

If there was one word
that I could use
to describe myself to you,
it would be
UNSTABLE.

This does not mean UNABLE.

It just means that I live my life
like a run-away fable,
a story that
may or may not
be untrue.

A lesson handed down
to you
on one leg
instead of two.

Because BALANCE
is overrated.
And I will not be sedated.

I will just keep stumbling
by and by
until I reach
the unfixed sky.

2nd Amendment, 1st Responsibility

Let’s start a revolution,
bring retribution
to the poor souls
too lost to find solution.

I say EXECUTION
to this way of life
and all the strife
we think we need
in order to fulfill our greed.

There is a system
and you’re in it
but let’s push it to the limit
to see how far
they’ll really take it
before we break it
from within.

We are the only ones,
so lift up your guns.
Even if they’re only pens.

Groundhog’s Dandelion

A cluster of vital organs
with profound prophetic potential
was planted in the dirt
twenty-six years ago today.
Nourished by a diet of
acid rain
and intermittent blazing sunshine,
a strange and unstable seedling
was born.

Here mother!
I picked you a beautiful weed!

Yes, indeed.
The dandelion is a sight to behold
in all her un-glory
and poison
and pitiful waste
of unrooted
undisciplined
potted potential.

The Bright Side

Looking up
at six-feet-under
from my own
Personal Hell,
I hope my hedonistic heart
will stop beating as well.

Thing One & Thing Two

You say life is beautiful.
So why won’t you live it?
Why do you hide in your room?

I’m afraid to find
that the greatest treasure
is also
the greatest doom.

For the Love of Life

The beauty of a flower
can bring me to tears
and love
is one of my greatest fears
for the simple fact that
life
is my lover.

And from the sky
there can be no cover.

No philosophy,
religion,
or science could hide
the turmoil
of letting love inside.

And inside me
there are no words at all,
only thoughts
looking for the right words to call,

to express
that which does not exist.

An illusion
that I cannot resist.
A love
that is the same as fear.

Because I don’t know what I’m doing here.

@Yahoo!

My inbox is cluttered with junk.
Some I signed up for.
Others I didn’t.
But I hold onto them all equally.

No, I have never in my life
presented a coupon to cashier,
but you never know…
one of these days…
Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?

I’ve got folders I never move messages to.
I’ve got forwards I never will open.
And before I know it,
I avoid email altogether,
afraid of the number attached to my inbox.

Each time I’m forced to check it,
the volume overwhelms me
and I descend into a fit
of panic
and self-hatred.

Once in a blue moon,
I muster the courage
to begin checking and
choosing and
moving and
deleting.

But there never is enough time
to get it down to zero.
So it builds up again,
exponentially growing,
until it’s as hopeless as can be.

And then I create:
a New Me!

S-H-oh-two-nine-nine-nine
@GodPleaseGetItRightThisTime
dot com.

At Sea

Waves crashing all around,
a harsh yet peaceful sound.
A daughter once so lost
is now a woman found.