It’s deathly cold..
so cold and silent
on this dark
and moonless night.
I am alone.
Nobody sees me.
Nobody is there
to hear my cries.

There are only
living horrors.
Horrors
that surround me..
that do not
let go.

They wear a mask
of skin
that looks just …

When the show is over,
nobody is there
to give a fuck..
but you.

By you,
of course I mean
just me.
The One who’s
speaking
in the mirror.
My beloved
other half
of royal we.

I see you clearly..
through and through.
About as clearly,
probably,
as you …

There ain’t no rest
for the wicked.
Or at the very least
The Devil’s box office
appears to be
all out of tickets.

Indeed, your only choice
is to stay here..
such is your humble lot.
It’s not so bad,
so many people came
to see you …

Our final hope..
indeed, dies last.
It is the closing joke
that packs
the punchline
to elicit
loudest laughs.

Alas,
after this vocalized
cacophony
of frank amusement
has died down..
what is there left?

Dead silence
of an empty theater.
Silence.. unto Death.

It’s easy to get hyped
for future nothings
wrapped in dreams.

Alas, reality is quick
to put an end
to our imaginary
means.

And so, remaining
grounded in the present..
is the safest policy for us,
it seems.

The Crimson Emperor
has gotten old..
but would you look at that!
Our beloved monarch
got new clothes..

The finest fabrics
woven out of
silky smooth
invisible threads.
Tailored specifically
for the occasion..
his parade of Death.

Bareskin and naked..
that’s his newest look.
Just as, upon a time …

I’d say that
I would die for you..
but I would only do so
if I absolutely must..
to keep you safe.

Given the option,
I’d much rather
choose to live for you,
instead..
as strongest, kindest,
gentlest, and firmest
version of myself.

For, is it not
a …

How could I ever
let you go?

It’s true,
ever so often
our love gets cold..
as if a flower,
dormant underneath
a blanket of
mid-winter’s snow.

But when The Sun
comes out
it flourishes again
as if it’s spring.
We pull away
and then we’re …

To be happy..
Is to make
a choice.
A cutting
through the
humdrum..
through
the noise.

To be happy..
that is choosing
to be free..
of hope
and expectation.
It’s a choice
to simply be

For, happiness
may not be found
elsewhere..
it must be
firmly rooted
in the …

The All is balance..
yes, indeed.
But in dynamic
equilibrium..
may be
the only place
where balance
truly lives..
before the scales
are emptied.

In the demilitarized zone
where factions segregate
and neither of them dares
to tread too firmly
on its feet.
For, neither of them
wishes to set …