Tinderbox

Your style was like a tinderbox, dated yet practical and eloquently functional. I had always wondered about where our relations would go, but it was then that I realized we were past lovers, not the present.

Once and For All

I hinted in every way imaginable, yet she still kept her distance. Her scent alone would permeate my memories and dreams. And after all these years, I decided that I'd tell her once and for all, "We're not friends, you and I. Not when I have this much love for you."

They Looked

Sought after the fact, they looked for a sign. Something. Anything. An affirmation of the radicalism that their brothers once left. But in the end, all that was left was an eerie beginning. That tended to keep eyes wandering, eyebrows raised, slowly questioning the true meaning of their deposition.

I Wished

When I was young, I wished I was a little bit older.
But when time came, I wished I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
I wished I didn't work so hard.
I wished I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
I wished that I had let myself be happier.
Only then did I realize there was no more time for wishes.

Snowy Fallout

Chemistry. Delivery. Solitude. Chaos. Regurgitation. Eyesight. Tanks. Oxymoron. Crackle. Guns. Books. Recordings. Nightvision. Runners. Screams. Yells. Silence. Fog. Sparks. Hyenas. Crosses. Fire. Symbols. Glass. Snow. Legs. Split. Brass. Porcelain. Mint. Rain. Acid. Sulfur. Circles. Feathers. Belts. Mud. Karma. Violins. Ghosts. Light. Sun. Sun. Sun.

Devoured, But Invincible

I propose a truce. A truce with rules, regulation, and sense-making in the common definition. The goal of this truce is to lead us out of the heart of evil. Fact is - despite all the available knowledge around us today, we're still running around like children. The curiosity acts as an onset to time - time lost towards our eventual fall towards death.

We're plummetting. Downward in a spiral direction. We should stop eating. We should grab paddles and start paddling. Man, the noise is tearing out our ear drums. The "bwarrp's" are just proof that this shit doesn't stop. Never ever. It feels like aural heroine.

Are we running away or accepting the collapse as a challenge? Tell me, what's more important than the human heart? What's a few sirens, exploding appendages, and broken glass to keep us from pursuing what we've set out to do? I say you need it. I say you go for it. I say you can climb out, break the mold, and escape. Do it or die.

Can I Bring It On Back

Baby, I wanna bring it on back.
Back to the time where we used to rhyme -
Times, you used to notice the subtle signs
Back, back in the time where we used to rhyme.

Poetry in Motion

And she was beautiful
Glimpse of a smile
Paired with forgetful company
She was undeniably brilliant
as she was resilient to judgement

Def Jam Poetry Slam - Beau Sia

He's all that and more. Have a cup of ramen and enjoy.