Submissive in inequity

Skim the surface, the fat of the cream.

walk along the shoreline with your silent song.
follow, lead, as you follow, not too far behind. Together is better off apart.

what is desired I would give it. What desire? would you have it?

even if you win, even then you don't win.

excellence does not appear spontaneously, rather it is the antithesis.


YOU SPOKE TO ME FORM A DISTANCE IVE NEVER KNOWN.
I TOLD YOU THINGS, SO CLOSE TO ME. THINGS THEY'VE NEVER KNOWN.

IM not the 12yr old I wished I could have remained.
for years after that age I lied to my internal clock or calendar or whatever piece of mind pays attention to that sort of thing.

my thoughts are on the uncontrollable and how I wish those things would make themselves clear, bring definition.

I pride myself on being enigmatic. Maybe its safer, or I could be scared or better yet-I want you to ask me questions.

lips in prayer are poised in fear.
despite my failed attempts.
adorned in scorn, unfettered.
hearts breathe softly, refuting claim.

I've cried again. Not this night.

these thorns dig flesh.
NOT mine, not a crown.
a shroud of terrible thorns that poke and pierce and bleed.
give them to me and...
... oh NEVER MORE.


my hand wont break. When I punch that metal frame, it dents. My knuckles refuse to bleed and shatter and I feel no pain. With strife that seems uncommon to man one...

inaction met with devastation and blank, glassy ones. They hold it in so well.

something so difficult is better challenged of its existence. better challenged than to succumb because of its wailing call, that terrible call.

some things are better left unexplained...probably unsaid too.
adam