in order to win

i must first choose
to win, to strive, to defeat
to make a mark on the meek

to feel the power
its ugly tentacles around my brain
to lose again, and again

and work the issues out
help the ones in need
come out, and open my eyes

he is missing

he is right here
inside me..

saving me for you
and your memory

tragic comic
paid to bathe
in inescapable ignorance

chewing on a fruit
biting the last straw
swallowing his feed

axe

when did we turn greedy?
and start to pack it all in
so much to do, so little time
so much time, and nothing to do

activities flow through pillars
and circulate the dandy posts
where monotony is just another
really funny sounding word heard

throwing out your frozen key
into the warm wild wind
and feeling lost, unmoved
the trees growing much taller