"Ode" to Life

In your darkened robes
whose stains are nothing
but scars of the
forgotten, losing the battle,
night versus day. You
in your stretching smirk,
tightening your grip on
death.

Unshaven and thin, you
the cause of love
and of hate, take
for granted those subjects
who serve your purpose,
only to be rewarded
in the end. You
unfair as time.

Feeble and incapable as
you are, still you
reward the righteous and
punish the theives. You,
ignorant of mediocrity damn
the righteous criminals. Your
inability to control your
minion shame,

ravages the young and
sickens the weak, you
and your omnipotent disability.

Self Actualization

Ungrateful as nature, all
Efforts are
Futile.
Singular Gestures of shame,
My unwanted children. Take
My hand, lead me
Out of ravenous talons.

I am deaths offspring,
A physical form of
My self-perception.
Mired
In continuous birth, I am
Accustom to desire and
Acquainted with tenuous courage.

Sharp
As the blade
Which bore me, deep
As the wound which
Weakens me, I am
Free to persecute my
Pathetic self-contrivance.

Family Tree

The cloak of crimson stretched
Around our family tree, marks
My understanding. I see your
Misconceptions and inadequacies,
Your interpretation of our blood
As death. I’m here to
Offer the small leaf I
Have willing to bear your
Weight, its desire able to
Overcome its size.