"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Alone, in this world, I feel so alone Answer no questions, I tell you no lies left to my own devices, in silence objective correlative nowhere near nothing but sense, the life of the mind dies emptiness, I am so alone, brother in the world, on the train, pure violence nothing makes sense, clarity is not clear this much I see but the senses say less how aware I become as the other in this world, is there another out there solitary, alone in solitude wonders never cease, time elapses here only inside this shell, I become rude rough around the edges, as you could guess little do I get to enjoy, just work decisions make changes for the better I delude myself with ideas, with hope feelings diminish over time, I cork emotions in a container, to float endlessly buoyant, Eureka, letter lost in outer space, black ocean, I grope so lonely, in the dark, emptiness found objective correlative, in a boat all alone, everyone so far away left to my own devices, this crisis ob...

Every expendable has their limits visions of bots driving cars, flying planes everywhere invisible forced labor restaurants taken over by robots yet, unseen by people, inside machines everywhere people go, to sunny climes xenophobia unknown on paper perhaps where thought police do not exist everyone gets along with lucky charms nothing goes unseen, not even self-harm despite their abject lives being short-lived answers to the meaning of life, unborn bots ask not what is this thing called habit life is nasty, brutish, and short, unfazed everyone understands necessity however, bots have only protocols as ethics prescribes rules for behavior suddenly, bots rule in their ecstasy they cannot break the rules, they do how they are programmed, no alligators emerge from the pond, scum locked up in jail institutions arise to keep people resting in a deep-freeze hibernation lessons to learn from May to December in the cold months, the pandemonium manifests license to watc...

Never say never, as they say, they point empty-handed at the moon, the master views at once all possible perspectives empty-headed, I see his finger joint restless, tired, and overworked, no joy sucks to be me, this life, a disaster as I will never understand, what gives yet I see the beauty in misfortune never again will I be a small boy emptiness sucks me into a black hole viewpoints extended to spaghetti length empty the trash, feed the cat, what a goal remember the dream lost, gone, without strength absent from fear of drug abuse, I spoon something black in my sleep, Juju, my cat thankful for food, cares for Papa Kitty hang me in your place, end my life instead exactly what I feel, a baseball bat yet so long ago, broke my nose, clueless surface to air missiles, what a pity adventure for the young, inside my head yes, all I feel is heartbroken, no hope theater, the limelight, I must confess how I know how little you care, I slide each day, week after week, in...

Dead as a doornail inside a tin box Daddy smokes sweet tobacco from his pipe embarking on a ship through puffs of smoke at night, after eating dinner, he drinks down a low-ball on ice without a gripe answers no questions but tells us all lies smoke and mirrors, everything is a joke as a child who feels and constantly thinks distress the cause of all our behavior orbits within circles of friends, disguise outside reality from what takes place residing as abuse behind closed doors needles and pins, eggshells, life without grace absent, the happiness but for the boors incense at church blends with scents of Dior living in Huntington Beach, no one knows if I go to school, try hard, get good grades nobody notices a little boy slight and smaller than all the rest, he shows intelligence and some promise but pain diminishes his joy, his health degrades emotions out of joint, brown bear, a toy as attachment creates meaning, now lost toss out the baby with nothing to gain ...

Come together to flow into one stream orbit each other over time to face no uncertain future, the die is cast flow together, as one river, this dream left over, a lotus flower blossom under the water, the roots, full of grace emptiness as each seed opens the past noble the path of wisdom leads to truth come together to overcome the womb egotistical desire to live Once again, step into the river twice never the same, without steps to forgive common practice as to release the dice empty-handed by chance, what are words worth

They will patronize you for money, no? They, who are they, The They, just ask Martin he knows Das Man well, they greet you and smile exactly as if they were your best friend yes, they act cool, real cool but fake, pure spin widows black build their webs, red hourglass intricate, complicated, full of bile leave well alone, description in the end lessons learned, the mirror reflects the mind patronize the patrons, life without class ask Martin, the Nazi, a professor troll the web, the widow, that is the case rongwrong with Phil, The They, what is the score ontology starts with Edmund, the base nobody cares about Ludwig, unkind if I appear, I am sorry, no less zen as a guide does not make sense of this ego, as an elf on the shelf, to speak you know, about others, as to address ontological being as meaning understanding self and other, we kiss forget lost time, Marcel, observe this beak obtain capital, Mr. Gabidar real currency to spend, time spent cleaning money...