too much stuff

be wary of what you cannot carry
it might cause you to slow.
wear out and tire your tread.

pack well around the waist
don't hold up one side overweighed
don't distract only one arm or leg
stay balanced as you move along.

leave what can be left behind.
what you hoard won't help you later,
it hardly helps you now.

it doesn't help you now.

who moves the world is

those with might to
brute force right to
encode life and patent tight the
things we need to live.

metaphysical battle ground the
nsa's virtual alarms will sound if
you dare to be combative.

don't talk too much don't
double speak you're invoking thoughts
through all those teeth.

if i cannot own you ill own your words.
patent office: first come, first serve.
it matters not what your friends have heard.

bioproperty need no philosophy when
its essence is a facet of
evil.
enslaving the most for the
glory of the few can you
feel any love through your cage?

life is a song you have not heard

but become more familiar with
as you continue to listen.

are you brave?

or are you just an illusion?
do you feel like more than you really are?
does the mirror trick you well?

heroes aren't the ones that win the wars.
they're the ones that fight for good.
they walk into the caves where evil hides
and fool around in the dark.

do you behave?
are you good at doing what you're told?
or do you practice social alchemy, remaking your own mold?

heroes aren't the most obedient.
but, civility is their mark.
they walk into the caves where evil hides
and fool around in the dark.

will we run?
or will we stand up for what's right and say that
we are not afraid?
will we run?
or will we stand up for what's right and say
there's something i can do?

are you brave
enough to let go of your selfish ways?
can you look beyond yourself without
fearing anything?

yearning and laundering

you are cold and
washed out with
likable colors but
i just cannot appreciate the
timbre of your
low dry tumble.

where is that vigorous
active, charismatic and
sexy voice i got so into?

where are those feelings i
expected you to feel also?

where is your submission to
my will?

i feel some negative feelings, yes.

i just show it when
you cannot see.

and it will be shed
upon non-innocent ears.
thrown upon the offering pile.
free for all to take learning from.

thrown away, excreted with the
pisses and shits of days
to come.

re-purposed as a better
sense of direction for
the next time i have
a go.