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

So why in the world would you bring a child Stupid is, as they say, as stupid does obviously, you are delusional whimper and whine, when folly is your bliss hoes know ego rules the world, so it goes yes, all the attention, the world is yours indeed, let it bleed, you feel beautiful nervous to make a noise, soundless, you piss toilet water splashes, nobody hears heartless as a critic, theater whores each to their own, bitches, Old Scratch itches work hard to find a child at the ballet only who brings a child, stupid snitches revolving lights reflect the world of play light as a disco ball, everyone fears delight as to fancy wrongs so perfect wordlessly, you reject a cry so strong obviously, you seek to entertain understanding nothing but a defect lies full of character, face the mirror difficult to imagine why the throng yes, ignores their feelings, full of disdain obviously, they are in their right mind understand how the rules thrown out the door bitter almonds...

How to reconfigure what once took place only to imagine what is fiction wonder vicariously what occurs to people as characters in a space open a book as a mirror reflects reimagine events, a depiction encoded by expectation, time blurs coded moments transform, set on the page only this is the possible, effects negated in the real world are spooky finding hope in quantum reality in entanglement seems slightly kooky given the interconnectivity until influence becomes all the rage religion shapes the mind, indoctrinates elastic plasticity to instruct whimper and whine inside the mind, the hive hidden from all the buzz, coordinates associate faster-than-light, as twins together is better than in a duct ordinary, average, mundane, alive noticeably all alone, how to share creativity as a spark, who wins evidence of loneliness everywhere transform society with a paint stroke ordinary is different over there over there where no one is ever broke kindness is the rule,...

Is it too much to ask to let me cry slobber all over myself like a dog indeed, I must enjoy such misery to long for compassion, why do I try trust no one to understand or to care only, everyone understands, to jog only memories of loss, victory marches over the past, chances all lost understanding comes too late, do I dare cast a glance over my shoulder, look back how pointless, why must I remake the bed to imagine the impossible, frost over all the planet, cover mistakes as all are interconnected, they know simply how it feels when you hit the brakes killing time for no good reason, to show tragedy is as common as hope fed omelets first thing in the morning, breakfast light or heavy, as you please, just like cream emptied into a cup of black coffee tell me to reverse when the die is cast maybe I did the right things, but I doubt each time I remember, I long to scream cast out all desires, dream to be free remember to return, the chance to change yesterday, I w...

As a precursor of the afterlife so are our choices as the greatest test affluence as influence to decide preferences in style, to avoid strife receive our limitations with good grace even as hubris says give it a rest collective acceptance comes with much pride unless the collective are destitute received wisdom to convey in this space solemn followers believe in the book only, nothing is for certain, to act religious for the sake of how others look of course is blasphemy, as to attract fellow travelers who are less astute this wager, as to flip a coin to choose however arbitrary and random each life appears without meaning or sense ask why such differences exist and lose from the beginning the whole point to life to question and not to give thanks, phantom existence passes for experience remember better times and complain less little less than these moments full of strife if we can accept others as ourselves forgive hardships for everyone suffers each to their...

All too young to realize this duty left upon weak, fallen shoulders, shaken left broken, little bird, side of the road tough luck, first-world problems, slender beauty observe the car swerve into the past tense obey all the rules, had they not taken yesterday from Easter Mass to unload only to come earlier, more often until it is too late, the fog too dense never unfelt, unimagined, unseen green fields untended, unintended words till the fields, listen to the chatter, keen over meaning, understanding the birds rest, eyes cry, sorrow grave, sparrow asks when emptiness as a reflection, mirror as if to understand, mistakes unfold lightning moments captured, blurred the past in a bottle, heat and sunshine, nearer zips fast away, long gone, now out of sight empty the stale water, be no less bold thimble in a small hand, the die is cast honesty, a felt-sense, tumbles from eyes in loneliness, a hand, a touch, so light soft, gentle, swift and painless, fleeting, gone di...

When people snore, I want to eat their brains how utterly mindless, they are asleep except they do nothing, they are but sheep nothing but ignorant sheeple, these prawns people with monkey brains rattle their chains even their suffering, too loud, so cheap older they get, set in their ways, sad, deep people sleep, constantly mowing their lawns leave them to their grand mediocrity even if I could help, why would I, then snuff out their lights, dim bulbs, such a pity nothing but loud bores, again and again out in public, peacocks in the city rough sleepers, fellow travelers, but when enough is enough, how to tell people I want to find peace amongst the sheeple walk away from the need for violence ask the wannabe Roman Catholic now second in command, like poor Mike Pence terrible rationalizer, a prick terrible ideologue without sense old war profiteer in office, public ex-communicate egotist, how dense average advanced guard, Vance, a total dick to eat monkey brain...