forthrigth

perfect pacifism replaces action

there is no cure for the weary

alone

in a shell

that is confined to the soul

let me just rot

away from the crowd

helping to honor the memory

counting the ways of suffocation

gently eluding

while boisterously consuming

all that will not make us better

falling from grace never looked so appealing

shedding a tear for the youth

combining passion with the fire of candles

this is the way through the mist

the trepidatious will not survive

nor will the restless of heart

the woes of the desolate will rise in the wind

allow yourself the experience from the trenches

allow yourself

not to rely on

or succumb to the fate of the damned

salute the embodiment

emulate the role model

find yourself among all the rubble

the view from here

smoke pours from my mouth

backlit in a darkened room

even the gentle giant does damage

transgressions of a cynical circle ignite longing

less than perfect attributes threaten invasion

no distinct path to action is displayed

no further communication needs to be held

awaiting the death of memories brings knowing

all to familiar fragrances permeate the atmosphere

crushing a kiss with the momentum of timidity can send tremors for weeks after

despite what was taught

beyond the veil lies the will to do better

lost in frail examples of that which does not work for me

although strength is on my side

courage

calamity nips at their heels

pricking my finger i am reminded of the pain

the torment of a silent night

the rage of apathy

lessons of loneliness linger on lipstick traces

left on napkins

wine glasses

and

faces

dance in shame when we play the game

absolute immortality illuminates the dark

from behind

while the smoke fills the room

i dare not turn

there is nothing left

confronting illusions can spawn madness

the rush is enough for me

to know

to feel 

to find comfort in 

life