For his sins, his fatal mistakes, he was told he had to pay the ultimate price. Unsure about protocol, he inquired: does that price include … sales tax?
I do feel for you
In the well of contemplation,
among the debris of crumbling walls,
I sit on my high-chair,
not giving you any clues
I spread myself thin,
empty pages filled with ink,
keeping myself to my self,
an actual context; absent though
So give it your best shot,
guesswork will have to do,
working within those parameters,
I do however; feel for you
I can sooo relate to; not being relatable,
in any sense of the word; relate,
F*ck I don’t even like myself;
so how can I expect you to,
These words aren’t even mine;
you know I stole them,
the old lady won’t mind;
I’m fine; honestly honey,
Now plod along; let the words fly,
Before the thieves come;
to ruin you mind,
write; just write.
Note to self: Yes it is late. Yes you should go to bed. But first you should pat yourself on the back. You managed to overcome the fear of picking up the marked assignment and you actually went and did it. Well done! You also managed to read through the tutor’s feedback, but you can ignore the comments they made that you don’t agree with (for now). There will be a day for more reflection tomorrow. You did well this time, remember that. But remember that you still have not reflected on the feedback on the previous assignment yet, so perhaps it would be good to start with that one? Procrastination is a word in dictionary you don’t need to own.
Pray consider; does sharpening the skewer support; or stymie the cause,
Pulling the tail of a lion; fearless howling at the pale-white moon above,
The stronger the swipe; beyond yonder the sanguine fluid squirts,
A roaring death under starlit skies; flickering of doubt no doubt,
Pray consider; before you act; leaving legacies behind; among the stars,
We will always here abide; now as before; now as then; perpetually,
Pray consider; your place in this land; and those you regard as friends
close encounter of the first kind
always is thus; naked in my woods,
and a lake in spring; water and broken ice,
or so I tell myself; doubting my sincerity – serenity,
the path so often taken; today like all the yesterdays,
a rising sun without boundaries;
setting beyond the shards of reflection,
broken with truth in heart; through repetition,
I make my purchase swift; a new set of wings,
on credit; not expecting them to last,
the close encounter with a sun
I am the two worst people in this world,
common enough a folk; still dreaming,
I am the two worst people in this world,
the sand between my toes; medieval,
the drink in my hand; bloody red,
I am the two worst people in this world,
the words of God; translated,
the thoughts of common man; empty,
the turbulence inside one head; telling,
I am the two worst people in this world,
kissing; without lips,
slithering; without hips,
a snake in leopard skin,
fang-less