The sins of our mothers

Posted in Uncategorized on June 8, 2013 by rawbacon

Where does explanation end
& blame begin?

So wrapped up in his own desire, in his own pain.
His addict-narcissisism has filled his whole universe
& he is looking to me to save him,
but we share the same genes,
the same faults.
Dear brother, you never had a chance.
It is not suicide if there is no life
to begin with.

Why so serious?

Posted in Uncategorized on June 5, 2013 by rawbacon

Just because utterances of intent

seems to be the best way to make sense

of one another,

does not mean

you should take it so seriously.

It is only words

(& thoughts are only words in our heads),

so lighten up people:

Of course I am not an egotistical narcissist with delusions of grandeur & insignificance.

Of course not!

Only some of the time

(just like you).

 

Posted in Uncategorized on May 23, 2013 by rawbacon

Always willing to give giving up a chance.
All to willing to burn my bridges, often in advance.
At least in one moment.
In the next, my laziness
might be in force and

Suffocation Blues

Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2013 by rawbacon

Just a bit player,

fighting for a byte.

A pawn, seeking neither the statue of king or queen.

No, I want to be the player,

the man in charge.

The man with the plan.

An impossibility,

never achieved by anybody,

why should I be special?

Thin veneer

Posted in Uncategorized on May 17, 2013 by rawbacon

Thread carefully.

The ice is thin & the water deep.

Keep your breathing shallow,

lest it ceases.

Please be sensible

and stop doing those pirouettes.

Constrained freedom

Posted in Uncategorized on May 17, 2013 by rawbacon

Prison is just

metaphorical walls made real.

To distinguish between out & in,

us & them,

we have a better class of entertainment,

but much crueler guards.

At least in prison

there’s no doubt.

You shall never leave.

There’s no accounting for nature

Posted in Uncategorized on May 17, 2013 by rawbacon

Disaster Dancer

Chaos Chauffeur

Terror Tapdancer

Joyous tears in pain born

Riding the Mare of Night into the sunset

Madness treasured & sought

Treasure discarded in delirium

We go there

to meet ourselfes

To see who we really are

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