So if this fails

I’ll bend my broken knee
Swear fealty
To whichever force prevails
Sell all my values for security

Feign ignorance and bliss
Don’t speak out loud,
Live by myself and lonely in the crowd.
**** this.

If it fails
When it fails

Not yet.

I saw the universe in a grain of sand,
a fearsome adumbration
I so beheld.
The phlegmatic bird
bores through the sky
each molecule torn
in its wake.
Suckle at Mother Nature's ****,
a Freudian psyche
unto the Earth itself.

Mr. Jones you’re an All Star
You broke my Achy Breaky Heart
Because you’re cold as Ice Ice Baby
I saw The Sign but
I Would Do Anything for Love
If you don’t want What I Got
Good Riddance

My Heart Will Go On
But if you Wannabe
Living the Vida loca
Play that Funky Music
Baby One More Time

What’s my Age Again?
Smells like Teen Spirit
Its My Life and I feel like it’s over
Just Say My Name or
Quit Playing Games with my Heart
Genie in a Bottle please grant me three wishes
Because my life Don’t Impress Me Much.

I’m Blue. Da ba dee.
Im Torn.
Its been One Week
And I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.
And of course there is No Rain.
Because all my Tears are in Heaven

I think I would enjoy an Iris
Much more than a Kiss from a Rose.

TWO ladies to the summit of my mind
Have clomb, to hold an argument of love.
The one has wisdom with her from above,
For every noblest virtue well designed:
The other, beauty's tempting power refined
And the high charm of perfect grace approve:
And I, as my sweet Master's will doth move,
At feet of both their favors am reclined.
Beauty and Duty in my soul keep strife,
At question if the heart such course can take
And 'twixt the two ladies hold its love complete.
The fount of gentle speech yields answer meet,
That Beauty may be loved for gladness sake,
And Duty in the lofty ends of life

Unconscious efforts to diminish my size
Incapacitating distractions leave me unwise,
Deformed by obnoxious societal lies
Parallel faith, mostly untruths in endless wait
Craving fairness
Awareness
Finding only sophisticated insecurities
Because life, as we know her,
Is a dangerous tease.

Sweet owl!
Flown to me
right inside my eyes
I can't ****** anymore
but I say I'd love to bleed you dry

This knowledge is astounding
I could just cry or try at least

I've let out a moonlight sigh
these furtive festering dreams inside
right between my eyes
but the owl is in my pocket
so lets peel apart my eyes

and even though I might try try try
we never stop looking at the sky

The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.

The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the ****.

The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.

And in the end the age was handed
The sort of **** that it demanded.

Bleeding out your scabs until the scars define you.
Your sighs confine you; itching to disperse.
Your spark is pity but the
dance of the flame exposes you.
The burn ignites upon you alone.
Even your shadows flee,
the drink awaits the final flood.
In death may you find your calling.