The Darkness

The mystery,

Spinning faster,

And faster.

Spinning down,

Farther down.

Hope is sinking

While the eyes are blinking.

The black hole grows

And the emptiness leads,

But where, nobody knows.

Deep inside the abyss,

The mind wanders to unspeakable light.

Blaring,

Blinding,

The heart considers resigning.

The world turns on its head,

And nakedness becomes all that is.

Fearing,

Loathing,

The eyes read into all that is going.

Motionless illusion dances with moral constitution.

Day becomes night,

While pain lingers as afternoon delight.

The soul seeks retribution,

And finds emptiness in what was.

The Jester

In victory there is always loss

And in defeat there is nothing but pain.

The poison coursing through a man’s veins,

Cheapens his sense of reality.

In pursuit of higher virtuous dreams,

The jester ultimately finds himself beaten,

With the stark truth that one man’s happiness is another’s pain.

The shimmering glint of valor has faded away,

While honesty lies naked, in search of a home.

The jester then, returns to his post,

Knowing only that cheap tricks satisfy,

And that he too shall die with a blackened soul. 

Emotion

All that is just is no more.

The past is but a frontier to remember,

What happened then has already changed,

And the present state is all that remains.

From one moment to the next, the world changes,

People die, people are born,

Countries fall and rise.

The growing complexity of all this madness has consumed man,

And turned him into a monster of the past, present, and future.

The words I speak now have already grown stale

As the flies of a chaotic abyss begin their rapid descent.

The truth, if there be any left in this concrete jungle,

Lies in the fleeting explosion between the mind and the heart.

The sensation of naked emotion, which seems to terrorize this present,

Is the only honesty we can still embrace.