Quest

You might physically reach the intended destination. But the story isn't same anymore.

Generation Gap

A very convenient way to say I refuse to think of things the way you do. 

The Dark Night

It rose above,
Higher than we could ever imagine.
That's when you realize
You are Batman.

The Consoling

It's a place in the head that's no more.
To be filled in with something more sinister,
So says The pessimist,
Until you lose all that you cherish
And become a zombie
And look back, nod and move on
numb.

Tonight's Resolution

Go abroad.
Marry a broad.
And pose for a pic
With shoulders broad.

_

Start.

Don't stop.

Don't back off.

Don't take a breather.

Take a breather

and they'll pin you down and eat your head off.

A Potbellied Cat

A place in the head

Where everything's full

And you don't seemingly find to want anything more.
That's when I go seek out shit.

Transit Zone Fusing

One of these mornings, you’ll wake up bereaved.
And weightless.

And encounter one of those rare moments in Journey;

A shared silence. 

The Weight of Snow

With those clumsy little feet and hands, he manages to grab hold and shove it down a black leather bag. He likes the weight of Snow. It elevates him; gives him a glimpse of someone he hopes to see in his mirror.

The Grr is upon him; in the form of unanswered queries, conflicting excuses and uncertainties, and decaying people.

It is this force that pushes the straps of the black leather bag onto his shoulders and makes him walk out onto the tearing-down Sun with a cold defiance.

The Zoo Noon

Its always hot.

And you look through cages

disinterested

feigning interest at the slightest Purr a tiger makes

because you are one of them

you don't want them to know.

The fear.