I like me

Never knew the cold ‘til we melted.
Got old and we felt it.

Massive assets
and casket habits,
found passive aspects
with acid tablets.

They were plastered plastic;
dramatic slapstick.
Tampered;
distracted,
clambered
and frantic.

We were classic.

Ideas unlimited,
these feelings;
limitless.

This bliss
is infinite,
the true difference
between
existence
and restriction.
The vividness
depicted
lives
not only in images,
but in the rigid
and frigid,
the fragile
and frivolous;
within us.

You are your only nemesis.

Life surrounds our lives. There are worlds surrounding our world and our feelings descend us like osmium in hand. Why must we ponder death in the face of life? When solace is still found in sadness, what do we look forward to?

It’s the saddest; we’re not even damaged, this is the way we were fabricated. Black holes and auroras in our heads with too much weight to carry on lonesome. Will we ever see light with no apprehension of darkness? Will we ever feel love without a stern beckoning to the stray?

Last week I would have said fuck no, but today…

I don’t know, maybe.

Life surrounds our lives. There are worlds surrounding our world and our feelings descend us like osmium in hand. Why must we ponder death in the face of life? When solace is still found in sadness, what do we look forward to?

Mirror man,
was it hard
to look like you look like today?
I saw your heart,
well,
what was left anyway.
I guess
I only saw your chest,
the hollowness
beneath your cage.
Broken,
a hopeless mess
some might say.
A threat-less guest,
left to fade away;
let the days astray.
Strayed away
from clichés,
so my days
laid dismayed.

Though I stay today,
it won’t stay this way.

I came contagious
and in cursive you rewrote
all I’ve ever said.

This little light of mine
doesn’t shine,
but blinds eyes.

A rarity
in clarities form.
A masterpiece,
so tragically adorn.

Why do we
quote these
dope fiends
as if masterminds?
Why
does the most expensive,
shifted skin
take us by surprise?
These faces painted,
caked in makeup,
why live and die
a life in disguise.
You picked the wrong side,
worship the wrong guys.
Back flipped script,
they’re talking tongue-tied.
Still quoting
the saddest lies
from the “baddest” bitches
with the fattest, plastic thighs.
To live literally
means you’re alive,
whether you’re sipping
from the faucet in the kitchen
or the richest wines.
Whether you worship
the dirt, or the earth,
or the distant sky.
All differences aside,
Why must differences collide?
Close your eyes and coincide.
We must go inside
These walls that hold us hollow,
allow them to break.
‘Cause in a black and white world
we can only live in grey.

All they said we
couldn’t be,
we certainly are
and
all they said would
bring defeat
never left a mark.
So how hard
was worst,
how far
was furthest?
It was harsh,
unguarded,
but our scars
came with birth.

Told us what to read
and left with
what was said.
They showed us our dreams
then took away
our beds,
so don’t stress.
We’re all a mess.
We were all sold for less.
Told to be what we want
then to pick from a list.

We live blemished,
condemned visits.
Limits from with in,
they reinvented
distance.

We the people;
the person,
are just a percentage.

Who were we?
Weren’t we
something to adore?
With our heads
in the clouds,
feet bound
to the floor.
Weren’t we more
than a uniform
and all the things
we could never afford?

Profound profanity,
vanity vanished
vividly.
In sync
with the
backstreet’s
mysteries,
the miseries
of peace,
and relief
from artillery.
His story
read history,
all imagery deceased.
Written to see
where we walked,
with white chalk,
on Liberty St.