That's What you Get

Since when did these wings grow flaws?

For so long I’d look down on them all,

And now this instance

There’s so many, they surround,

So quickly these strangers rush,

That’s what you get with kneecaps crushed,

Since when did this red flow free?

For so long it was theirs that captured me,

And now this moment,

Steeped in forgiveness,

There’s so many, they surround,

So quickly these strangers rush,

That’s what you get when veins erupt,

Since when did I care to think of others?

For so long I’ve been numb to such thoughts,

And here this time around,

Such a sense of satisfaction in me now,

There’s only one and she surrounds,

So quickly she reaches out for my touch,

That’s what you get with heartstrings plucked,

Since when did I see in such a haze?

That’s what you get when you fall in love

Delineation of a crumbling mind

Water wet

And sweat is cold

You’ve a thirst for everything

That’s ever betrayed you,

It’s not healthy,

It’ll drive you away,

From society and your own individuality

Down corridors of desperate measures

Into the mirrors of a corroded mind,

You’ll grow mad,

Perhaps insane,

Without direction

You’ll wander lost

Roaming for something

To clutch and grab,

Something solid to hold on to,

You’ll begin dissertations with yourself

And come up with impossible answers

To the problems of someone else,

You’ll die, like us all, but you won’t even know you’re dead,

You will scale the walls and scratch away,

First the heart wilts, then the brain dissolves

The Sans of Time

The sans of time

Grow arid, it does seem,

Void of all the subtle things,

To rest your hope in but one design

Seems to me a waste of time,

 All your life you’ve sought for answers

From questions posed in gossip columns,

You truly are a charitable and giving soul,

Offering everything and bestowing plenty more,

But what’s the point, laboring about in fruitless fields,

Where the only harvest will be thanklessness and callous insensitivity?

You’re heart has never been the organ in which we question,

If only your head be nudged in the right direction,

There is merit in much of what you attempt to say and do,

But it’s the choices made that defy all reason,

Instead of focusing your efforts on the poor or sick,

You’re using logic on the mentally ill,

 Explaining rational thought, and

Trying to teach the constructs of free will,

When dealing with the sans of time,

Like the hourglass, it will run dry,

Moisten your palms, lest I fear, you’ll go without,

As sand does sift, so do the grains of life