There’s only the path

Posted in Uncategorized on November 15, 2014 by rawbacon

Walking
is good.
Draining the blood,
from the brain.
Exhausting the muscles,
de-focusing the mind.
Mile by mile,
could walk
till there’s
no road left.
These tired bones
going to
the edge
of forever.

It’s good to feel

Posted in Uncategorized on November 15, 2014 by rawbacon

Such..
So much..
No.
No?
Yes, no!
Good pain though,
cathartic.
Jeg
elsker,
men. .
jeg må elske
andre
også.
Gentle
Man
Go out
Into that
Gentle
Night.

Be the trouble you wanna see in the world

Posted in Uncategorized on November 10, 2014 by rawbacon

In the heart of the bully,
fear resides.
To escape that
is to not give in,
to say:
Enough!
To love conditionally.
Your worth balancing the scale.
To be Trouble
is to be free, unbound
of that gnawing worm,
that whispers poison & doubt.
The opposite of fear
is not courage,
it’s to know yourself,
warts & all.
To be able to say:
I looked into the abyss & it shat itself.

—–

Thanks

 

Nausea ad nauseum

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

Who am I to wait?
My heart is pure,
or at least,
no dirtier than yours.
Salvation lies in waiting,
so claims the saviour.
I’ll go then,
no communion for the sinner,
no rest for the thickest.
I went,
but is now back,
where I started,
none the richer.

IRL there’s no change

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

The definition of a story
is change.
But stories are just that.
In real life there’s no
deux ex machina to
save us.
I need a god,
a belief,
to save me.
I would give anything…

No, you wouldn’t.
What you have to give,
is not yours to give.
To sell your soul,
you would need
to have one
in the first place.

We got what we need, always

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

What more could you want?
Cheap rum, a good book & salty tears.
Really, to want more
is just cravenly.
Just a design to
to make others feel your pain.
A pain not transferable.
Yet,
there’s a hunger,
a desire burning,
a need never quenched.
Tears cried alone
are tears wasted,
but it is as it should be.

Go to bed,
tomorrow,
if it comes,
will be brighter.

Sanity is just a point of view

Posted in Uncategorized on October 25, 2014 by rawbacon

If there is no joy,
what is there?
An empty packet of fags,
all ash & no light.
Butts, no buts.
Shadows in the dark.
Are you there?
Could you be?
I. .
I need.
Always need,
no want.

Free will,
my ass.

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