What does it take
to tear down
The Fourth Wall?
Not much, in truth..
Merely for you
to be The One
observed.

Yes, you.
The One
who’s reading..
me right now.
Know this..
I see you
seeing me.
I know exactly
who you are.

You are
The One
who …

The Origin of all..
The Eye that sees.
Not what’s
in front of it..
but rather
simulations
masked
as dreams.

If only that
I had The Will
to gouge it out.
Alas, my fingers
cannot reach
that deep into
its darkness..
it’s within..
The Eye..
it cannot be …

We fought,
we triumphed,
we resigned.
To save
our health
for future fights.
On battlefields
still yet unknown.
What’s there
to Life..
but growing
old?

What’s there to living..
but accumulating years?
In taking steps away
from Death.. we’re only
buying time, it seems?

Going in circles …

Which flower
blooms
the prettiest
of all
in the garden
of Life?
It is The Rose,
of course,
but is my love
for her
a deathly crime?

If it must be,
then without any
hesitation,
I confess.
And even if
I must be damned
to hell for it,
I still …

Lesson of symbols,
unforeseen.
Our youth, naive
and evergreen..
seeks signs
where there are
none to find.
Mere needles
on a branch
of pine.

Like straws
in darkness,
grasped by blind.
Death gripping
prickliness
outside.
Punctured
by pressure,
led to bleed.
The song of
broken arteries.

In time,
the blood …

We the people,
verily, are so
inclined..
to scry upon
life’s many omens,
seeking for a sign..
to point us toward
steps which
best align..
with our ideal
future present
timeline.

Alas, no such
divining providence,
however, can be found.
Our paths are always
made of ghostly steps
into …

Come on, now..
Where are stars
and where are we?
Mere specks upon
The Earth.. what’s
there to see?

Real stars
are massive orbs
of plasma
far away in outer
space.
And if you tried
to hold one lovingly..
you would incinerate.

Their distant glimmer,
cold in its indifference …

Life and Death.
The two enigmas
that nobody ever
held the wisdom
to make sense of
yet..

Yet, still we live.
Still we observe
our loved ones die.
We do our best
to keep on living..
never knowing
whether our
own hour looms
above us, far or nigh.

Whether
The …

If life is built
upon our dreams,
our only option
must be to dream big.
What does it matter
that our labors
presently remain
unseen?

They tell us,
“Twice the pride,
double the fall..
if you may fail,
why trouble
with the strife
of striving
to succeed
at all?”
But …

Any day now,
Lenny, we shall live,
at last together..
off the fat of
promised land,
where fruits
are ripe
forever.

The land
where lions frolic
in the poppy fields
with lambs.
There we shall live
forever as the goats
who said “we can!”

Two lambs of God,
anointed with …