knowing

i cannot see past this misery

it catches me unaware

i avert my eyes from happiness

it is a but a cruel reminder

of all that i cautiously….yet…willingly….hoped would be

and though i’ve always prepared for failure

i feel winded even before the blow

i feel hollow even before i know

of what i fear i already know is true

i cannot begin to imagine

what this will do to me

budding’s cry

journey to the innocence
of a budding’s tired cry
music to the ear
that softly forgets
what fate it has set forth
what death will take
because he has more heart
than that which moves to see
what pleasure more, stays now distracted

upon those who gaze
on all that is yet to be known
clouding what is known
and does not live
in our lives
if not named

rareNtrance

i was like a scattered genius

 

wisdom overflowing

intellect profusely glowing

 

curtailed by my own fury

ever distant from knowing glory

 

savant than all compare but

the moments were scarce/rare

 

when they came

they came hard

to rival the sages

to rival the bards

 

yet all the sacred while

i remained:

entranced/entrapped…immobile.

 

wretched troll

wretched troll
with your slimy scroll

why must you tell me
all that
i must never know?

Meticulously you have written my cursed fall
your flickering tongue my rueful name repeatedly calls

why must you speak of
all that
I must deny to know?

Gleefully my heart, you continue grasping
your vile words in my ear, stay rasping

why must you sing of
all that
i must fight to know?

trampling my fresh grave, you twirl and dance
ramming dirt into breaths of chance

why must you prophetize
all that
i must die to know?