Daily Archives: February 11, 2018

ENTROPY ii

My feet
dangling by the mind’s edge
such splendor and sadness
as the tears of my madness
break away from a night’s
prosperity

And sink
within the cave bone
of millions who have lost
their souls and minds

A severity hotter than
the boiling sun
is this place where
there is no love

:: 02-11-2018 ::


THE Will-Be WAS

will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say

And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it

will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it

They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it

As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was

:: 02-11-2018 ::