Choice

an event, a trigger that shouts into stale air breathing forth life cautious, wary, climbing like vines around a heart of something not yet determined, choices shaping

nuanced, blurry starry eyes gazing at the other eye of perception and being obedient, a good boy or girl just the way you like me to be, not giving problems, nodding my head, saying yes even when you are so very wrong, wrong exist not in your world when you provide care your justification for every beating when i should have questioned!

i like to call a fee for living, or how words get scrambled to make a piece look alluring. dirt gets reframed as a unique blemish, a marker for the gifted and thus counts not as a crack

the mind easily convinced makes no decision and a puppet master grins when the movement goes accordingly to his every whim. the heart of a child has not seen the brutality of war, aches with idealism of what could be

it hurts, to sit on something so very uncomfortable and only an idiot does something like that so says the wise man who is not very wise by my standards

pins and needles down my spine, pines and cones on a bowl. i held the delicate red wine and walked across the room, shattered dreams and mindless riddles wore me down

ah … theories, philosophers they don't get missed when the crowd is high on wine and meat, woman, man

Status quo, live and let live does not reside well with me for I much rather burn in hell than be the obedient slave, tied on chains, dressed in costumes because the well wishers want it so,

Leap, across oceans even when it would appear that the oceans will have me, I abandon logic, always having to listen to nagging, horrid nudging that has kept me safe, safety is