(pretend to sleep an extra hour)

tell yourself it's to be safe
but you're waiting on a call

or a text
or an email
or a letter

or a friend

you're waiting on connection
from a plane that never lands

(lay there just another day)

check the time
it's the witching hour

and you're cold
and it's dark
and the world feels hollow

waiting on connection
from a plane that never lands

waiting on the wishes
and the canceling of plans

To being and end
Life undoubtedly used to be thoughtful
until you became thoughtless f**
with the inconsiderate
Why inflame to be tough with words.
Out of all the nouns and verbs heard mouthing,
Mimicking public gimmicks vue'd
reused hoping it'll rescue you
from your current situation.

They have finally cloned man.
Vultures looking for validation
to eat
One man's trash is another animals treasure
In this kingdom.

I hate the word humble
I'll rather have reality over imaginative validation
having to tip toe around to not offend the ground
rather i'll leave a building for my young to build on wealth

Generational Empire or at lease somewhere to live
Deconstructing these blueprints
that has been illusory to pass me's and future men

Clarity is nothing unless action follows.
Rest today always become rest assure tomorrow

Finding comfort in your demise because
At lease you have a bed this time
Though this house is not your home

Time merits beauty
Breath is food for thought
Cognitive slips into depression is reality
and shell be appreciated as such
As this is proof of you living.

I myself used to be a superhero.
Oh my, I have aged.

dreams fixed with lost opportunities seem hopeless
what to do, oh what to do
everyone must remember that dreams occur most nights
plans can take on different conclusions and survive
we will withstand
we will create a promising future
look up to the sky and see what's ahead in your dreams

Brian Hill - 2020 # 267

You've planned out your tomorrow
You didn't cater for the mess
Now it's all upside down
But don't stress you'll figure out the rest.

I'm cancelling our plans again,
I listened to your playlist,
It was the first time this year,
I felt anything at all,
Happiness,
And then,


Guilt.

I’ll lie to you tomorrow,
but tell you today
that the next 24 hours
will be the start
of something beautiful;

a lie only becomes so
when the truth is impossible –
for all the times I say tomorrow
will be wonderful
there’s a possibility

unfulfilled.

So get a load of this,
me, again,
smiling to show my gums,
me, again,
writing down plans
and burning them,
me, again,
hoping that the ash
will be taken by the wind.

Unfulfilled.

Sunrises are the start and the finish line;
it’s so easy to run,
but it’s harder to stop
before I’m not
unfulfilled.

Here we are again,
the peak of the trough,
and I’m telling everyone
once more
that tomorrow
I will be (un-)

fulfilled.

Repel a *****
Rats Amid Spam Emit Gas
Reward a Looter
Revel Guns and War Tide

Edit Raw DNA, Snug Lever
Retool a Drawer
Sag Time, Maps Dim a Star
Repel a *****

I remember when
We kissed goodbye to dutch courage.
After we tasted salt of your ocean blue
In the cracks of our tears.
Before I snatched visions of our future
From the hand you refused to let go.

I didn't plan to be content ,
But somehow I got,
I didn't plan to smile often,
But somehow I do,
I didn't plan to laugh,
But somehow my lips crave it,
I didn't plan to like things,
But somehow it started,
I didn't plan to expect,
But somehow I want to,
I didn't plan to care,
But somehow it has became a habit,
I didn't plant to embrace warmth,
But somehow I like it,
I didn't plan to love someone,
But somehow I met you.