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

The emptiness lies beside me in bed how what was there before is now no more energy, where does it go, after death enter the irreversible, misled maybe by past beliefs, the afterlife perhaps by reincarnation, a store time recycles lost souls, the final breath inspires non-attachment to sorrow non-attachment to suffering, the knife enters the body, a stick of butter simply gutted, the absence reigns supreme supremacy does not make things better love makes us human, fragile as a dream if I wake up and find nothing, Sparrow enlightenment is a meaningless game sudden-gradual illumination blooms out of right effort, do the right thing expect nothing in return, shame and blame set up each of us who expect results in my bed, a noise factory station disappeared never to return, birds sing enticing the other, a trap, we fall maybe we want love and death, without faults enter resurrection, I turn a leaf if not to believe in leaves in the books nothing but lightness, anot...

The dead man walking sees before his eyes his whole life flash in a moment, he walks enters the antechamber, sits down, smokes diminished capacity, a disguise enter into a pact, a narrative as it goes, difference seeks out she who talks differently but listens, was it a hoax maybe, he will never know, what makes sense as the minutes pass, time is up, to give necessarily, unnecessary windows to view the imminent future as the moment creeps, opinions vary little does he understand, with no cure kindness keeps the skipper out of nonsense in an instant, minutes really, death comes no one else blinks, business as usual given the phrase, commit a crime and die see the past, shut it down, with all the slums enter the age of discontent, hell-bent entertainment, anything goes, how cool spring seems outside, why did he make her cry brutal affect, up the river, sever even forever ties, time, heaven-sent forget the man, left alone, in the box only, he seems quite tame, now,...

As if this lifelong life were all along An afterlife,… ~ A.E. Stallings from The Fiftieth Danaid --- As if, at the end of this life, we die such is this world, a giant question mark if this world itself were heaven or hell for money, we are told, one big fat lie this may be it, one life to live, then done how anyone could believe, (just a lark) in good faith, in something else, ring a bell something about an angel getting wings livelong, livestrong, make money, or make none in time, we outlive all our friends, alone view this life as magic to celebrate empty of all meaning, talk on the phone little else left to do, why get irate or get upset over nothing, what brings nervous little people to the ocean given outer space is a sea, in search life, extraterrestrial life, a joke in this world, they rob us blind, emotion fills in the gaps, entertainment, we seek exactly this, why be left in the lurch were we the other animals, how broke empty coffers at church, an offe...

I kiss her goodbye, why should I cry, why karma is not kindness, not intentions if the body is interconnected silence across the web, I say goodbye suffer the confusion, I understand honestly, nothing in this world, pensions emptied through fraud, whoever inspected religion as the new faith in the web goodness deliberates on falling sand of the hourglass, the hours that pass obviously become days, weeks, months, years decades become time lost, lost to the jazz blue notes bent, heaven sent, why all the tears yesterday, I put down my cat, the ebb enters back into the flow, Tsunami where did she go, she went, went with the flow how can I not shed a tear in public yet, society frowns, as the kami shudder to think humans show their feelings how with the spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected to click under conditions of tranquility liberty to appeal to the dealings determined before birth, circumstances I cannot understand, to interpret creatively, tea leaves,...

Nothing will ever be the same again Now that The Growltiger is gone, I see on the table, what was once, my furball that spirit leaves the body once we die hinges in the bathroom door squeak, the key in the hole is absent, who needs a lock now that my sassy cat, whimpered her small growl to hiss at Juju, my black cat, cry willow, weep if you must, I see all time in this short narrative, comes as a shock leave me be, leave me well alone, so sad leave the dead limb without leaves on the tree even if these twigs form a web, my bad visions from a real dreamcatcher, I flee ever so angry at the world, this crime really must hit the brakes, stop on a dime bees in the hive murder their queen, unseen ever since I was small, death makes no sense that we leave our bodies, systems shut down how when we flip the switch, where has she been ever since I was small, I understood sadness is bad, offers no sustenance anger is a tool, but only a clown makes the same mistake twice, on...

The sun never rises and never sets Though, they also perpetuate their lies how they make believe with their fairy tales each to their own, their faith is industry sun, ninety-three million miles past blue skies until they stop telling stories, always nonsense to entertain adults with sales never better, they try and fail, they try each to their own, again and again, fail versions of the same, madness, but who says each to their own, unto the grave, we die reincarnation or the afterlife religion perpetuates the same lie inflates the ego, stab me with a knife suck ups, sycophants, just let me set sail each to their own, give the dog a Milk-Bone stay away from me, your humanity argues for conflict, violence, and war nothing more profitable than postpone decisive action for property rights nobody cares except for vanity each to their own, everyone knows the score versions of success, where everyone fails each to their own, when under the bright lights release is jus...