You will only
ever be remembered
by the others..
For the very last thing,
good or bad,
you either did
or did not do.
It’s sad and quite
disheartening..
but it is true.

For, others scarcely
ever celebrate
The Ones who diligently
planted seeds.
The Ones who tended
to …

Quite the playwright
have I not become..
For my beloved
audience
of but a few..
My Chosen Ones.

I’ve given them
my flesh
as bread..
my blood
as circus wine.
And yet,
when I put on
my spectacles
and look outside..
I see an angry mob
with pitchforks
and …

So much can change
within a year..
Yay, we can never step
into the same ol’ river
twice, my dear.
Because the “we”
that does the stepping
never stays the same.

The only constant
“we” embody
is our constant change.
Yay, life is fluid..
It’s a flow
and not …

How is it that I sing
my songs of thirst
and strange depravity..
with that same mouth
that sings its praises
to Almighty God?

Riddle me this..
did He bestow upon you
separate two sets
of tongue and lips,
or did He not?
To use just one of them
for …

Why scorch The Devil
with my fovea..
when she is looking
nearly just as good
in my periphery.
In the forbidden zone..
of my photoelectrical
proximity.

The light that hits
my retinas
is all the same..
whether it was
observed
by rods or cones
of mine..
it still constructs
an …

Frankenstein..
I have been.
But on The Flesh
of Frankenstein
you’ve yet to dine.

I stitched it back
together.. just for you!
So that you may
deliver shocks to it..
to get it beating
once again..
as good as new.

Push baby,
push upon my
rib cage hard..
jump …

Is the cat
inside the bag
alive or dead?
We cannot know..
At least until,
by our own eyes,
its state becomes
observed.

And much the same
can just as easily
be said..
of truths that live
untold
in other people’s
hearts and heads.

The tricky part
is that …

What does it even mean..
To harlequine?
It is to do as Peter did
to Jesus Christ..
upon His day
of crucifixion..
thrice.

But playfully
instead of shamefully..
with joyful whimsy
and profane delight!
For, are we all
not merely programs
of a certain kind..
probabilistic
and embodied
in The …

They say the apple
does not fall
far from the tree.
Except of course..
It takes at least two..
to make a three.

The One I know
is a mighty oak.
My lifelong pillar
of undying hope
and loving light.
The definition
of an underdog
in every battle
that she …

Who doesn’t love
to feel completely
chosen..
so long as they
don’t feel obliged
to choose you back!

What’s better than
being The One and only
in somebody’s eyes?
Being The One and only..
still retaining
and accruing
other options
on the side!

Ahh.. Modern love …