Gravity

I passed the end of the rope
some time ago
and now I'm just hanging in mid air
waiting for gravity to kick in

Adherents of the repeating meme

Certainty is gone,
what is real?

I thought I was writing the story,
until I found the book of my life,
and the factory mould,
for people like us.

god, it was eerily accurate.

For fuck's sake, what is real?

The Diamond

You have many facets,

like a precious jewel.

 

Light shines from you,

and, as through a prism,

is made more beautiful.

 

I glory in the radiance,

and fear it will expose my flaws.

The next puzzle

And then,
you realise what it all means.

Oh, but I've been so blind!
So, now what to do about it?

Solve a puzzle,
and there's another one behind it.

The fun never ends.

Let it go

Logistically,
impossible.
It just doesn't fit.

A study in contrasts,
and impossible to decipher.
Mad to even think about it.

If it's hate,
or if it's love,
it matters not a bit.

It's not even clear at all,
where one starts or where it ends,
there's just no making sense of it.

Yet, given this...
it's still so damn enchanting,
I just cannot let go of it.

Hope

It comes and goes,
from outside and within.
Does it make the world spin?
Probably not,
but without it,
its turning matters not at all.

Silver lies

Shattered hopes,
and nothing left to cling to.

The lies so easily
dripped from your silver tongue,
I wonder if you even know
what you've done.

It's all lost for us now.

Never now

Always tomorrow,
never now.

Another promise that doesn't come true,
another dream which wasn't for you,
another plan that never happens,
another hope that doesn't matter.

It's always tomorrow,
and never now.

Duty

Duty comes first,
and there are so many of them,
they never end.

Too many conflicts;
which are paramount,
these or this?

Keep it all going,
don't let it drop,
let no one down,
but then,
there isn't any choice.

Duty comes first,
and there isn't any time,
for anything else.

Fill me with Rage

It's good to be reminded,
now and then,
why you should be angry.

See the world in its ideal form,
and keep a white hot ball of rage
burning inside of you,
to make it happen.

Complacency,
the enemy of propriety,
the pathway to failure.

oops

In the moment
it's always hard to remember
what you're meant
not to do.

Blown it again
and back tracking fast.

Always on the edge of the cliff
wondering whether to jump
or fly.

One day it will be too late.