Such Wilful Oblivion

If I had only known what waited

for me down that road

I could have turned around

and walked away

instead I stumbled into

a trap of my own making

ignoring all the signs

I closed my eyes and kept on walking

blinded to the truth

I think I always knew inside

yet I took those red flags waving

and wrapped them tight around my face

no room to breath or smell

or see the coming end

of everything that kept me going

like a lost bird in the desert

the head so buried in the sand

such willful oblivion

as the world falls down around me

through the choices that I made

and the responses that they triggered

from someone that never seemed to care

near as much as I

Among The Weeds

Diving headfirst into worlds

you don’t really understand

tossing around words lacking in meaning

distorting the truths you think you’ve found

wrap yourself in comfort and security

born of lies and misunderstandings

go and sever all connection

with who and what you used to be

the lifeline isn’t strong enough

to pull you back from the abyss

you freely wander into

Someday may your journey lead

out into the other side

better for the experiences

but right now you’re as good as lost

among the weeds you see as beauty

Still Moving On

Maybe it’s all over now

was it worth it?

I hope one day to look back

into time’s rosy tint

and smile knowing the ends

truly justified it all

the sleepless nights and struggles

but right now looking forward

all I see are dark skies

and land mines

to step blindly in between

I fear the worst

is ahead not behind

and that we can only imagine

what’s waiting

around those dark corners

clinging tight to a glimmer

of what little hope

Pandora left us

after all this ground we’ve covered

still moving on

Worth It All

Searching for true beauty

amid the desperation

when the struggle and the silence

fall away to show

that which makes it all worthwhile

those tender moments of honesty

soft and strong and buried deep

beneath the weight of mere existence

pressed like diamonds

into existence

honed like knives

from so much friction

we fight through endless

reams of bullshit

hands aligned to drag us down

all in hopes of tiny flashes

something more to keep us sane

that little smile

that gentle touch

those shared connections none can sunder

this world we’ve made

so cruel, so pointless

down deep there’s something

worth it all