protect your own heart
with the ferocity you
protect others

All who wander are not lost
Some of us are simply curious
We create a new path as we move
Each step is unknown
Some tread softly
Others leap with haste

i am
he is
we are?

Bruised up and battered the Wild Things hum
They embrace the night and what’s to come
And into the darkness their steel drums thrum

To catch a glance of where the Wild Things roam
Count to ten then sail straight from home

Where the shore meets the bottom of the sea
In the middle of upside downtown, passed the Oak tree
Oh where the Wild Things roam…

That’s where I’ll be.

You're the jazz that melts around these tall tall buildings
Smooth as the smell of Château Margaux
Bold as the city lights that accentuate the night

I must admit that I am bored.
Utterly bored, actually, with the overly romanticized construct of dominance.
How easily one can claim to be dominant.
Shocking? No.
We as human beings aspire to attain the intangible.
Exponential wealth. Immortality. Fame. Power.
We live in a world of illusion and fallacy.
We drive cars that we can’t afford,
often to jobs that we despise.
We attain validation through the media,
from blasé people that require it in return.
What I have found- and take this for what you will,
is that my longing for external dominance is simply a translation for
“By god please take control, and ground me to something real.”

Suicide isn't a desire to die
Or some crestfallen out cry

It isn't some perverse fetish
Where eyes are fixed upon the wreckage  

It is a lack of will to continue
Life blurs through the rearview

Suggested to be an act of luxury
But **** the same old drudgery