Time to write,
after a shower and a bite.
But then again,
I should first clean my den.
Ok, that’s done.
I have to sit down, write a ton.
I got time to masturbate.
Sorry for the TMI,
I really shouldn’t – I gotta write my “Life of Pi”.
Is that movie on Youtube?
I better be sure, I best not assume.
Enough dicking around.
Time to sit down.
I have my tea, I have the motivation.
I have to check my 6 New Notifications.
Is there no one who can see my plight?
When will I ever find time to write?
When a man chooses to stop learning
Is the day that he truly dies.
The herd of the mundane
Ridicules the fires of passion as insane.
And so the man suffocates it.
The embers smolder, crackle, and hiss.
He has destroyed comfort and direction.
He is now cold and blind.
“You did the right thing.”
The herd offers its petty assurance,
“At least now you’ll have health insurance.”
But it is still so dark,
The man lays to rest
He’s toiled and troubled today
for someone who doesn’t know his name.
With eyes closed, he smiles.
That roaring flame that used to be.
Tell me, river rock, what do you know?
Wisdom erode, timeless flow.
The affection of God’s eye embraces you.
Spectacular shades of love.
The glistening, rapid streams of your heaven above
reflect shades of reds, violets, oranges, and blues.
The fish swallow and spit you out as bone.
The children laugh and skip you over ripple and rave.
You sink to the bottom.
You sink with your legion, an army in a lave,
but yet you are completely alone.