Time for a Check up

He told me

to cough.

I did.

I felt his caress.

Cough again, please.

I did.

It was all 

very 

awkward.

I can't imagine 

leading 

this kind of life.

Going home after

touching stranger's balls

all day

and cooking dinner

with those same

hands

and feeding meals 

to your wife and kids.

I always wondered

if he got 

some sort of 

kick 

out of it.

Sometimes a lil too much.

Nobody would really know.

It's all very creepy,

but this is the world

we live in.

It's so full

of cancer

and balls.

We need these weirdos.

I mean,

professionals.

Putting Out the Fire

He set himself on fire.

No one
lifted a finger.

They turned
deaf
to his screams.

They turned
blind
to his melting flesh.

No one
really
knew
what to do.

What can you do
when someone is
killing themselves
in front of
you?

Huh?

I sure as fuck don't know.

I woke up
before I could
find out what
I
did.

What would
you
do?

Piss on him?

A Moat for the Burning Planet

I stared at the emptiness.

My eyes
kept going.

Deeper into the void.

All vanished.

The rocks,
the sand,
the insects,
life
turned
white.

I was alone
in the middle of
nowhere.

This where
I found
my peace.

This is where
I stay
when the world's
on fire.

Turning Towards the Sun

It's so hard for us
to say,
we're proud of you.

It's so hard for us
to say,
We love you.

It's so hard for us
to say,
thanks
or sorry
sincerely.

Why?

We don't need
to hide.

We don't need
to be proud.

What we need
is to
speak up.

We need
to show
our appreciation.

For each other.

For our lives.

For ourselves.

This family needs
to wake up
from this gloomy slumber.

This family needs
to step out
into the light
and forever
turn our backs
from this darkness.

We Need Nothing Else

We don't know how to love.

We were never taught.

Our parents were never taught.

No one they every knew
were ever taught.

It's all a travesty.

We need to begin
to study
and read
and experience
and apply
and give
into LOVE.

No more hating women
because of their
insane mood swings
or men
because of their
sheer stupidity.

No.

Love them unconditionally.

Love their mistakes,
their flaws,
their lies,
their everything,
till is feels as though
that is all
you are doing.

Just love.

Love the person
that just cut you off,
love the eyes
of a murder,
love the rude customer
you just helped,
love the butterfly
that just kissed your balls.

Love,
it's the greatest gift,
feeling,
treasure
in the world.

We need nothing else.

True Potential

It starts
when we begin
to understand.

We are limited.

Even among
the tiniest
of pleasures.

Stop that.
Don't do that.
Cut that out.
Shut up.
Quit it.

Yes, at first,
we put up a fight,
but eventually,
we give in.

We listen.
We obey.
We follow.
We stop
being ourselves.

We continue this
obedience
until we have
a stroke.

It's a stroke
of luck.

It's our chance
to start over.

Yet, once again,
they try and stop us.

We begin to understand
again.

We lose our ourselves
again.

We pass it on
to our children.

We are all to blame
for this
mistake.

But it's not too late.

We can begin
again
to understand,
there's a different way.

Only then
can we accept
our true
potential.

The Dying Flower

She knows
she is wrong.

She knows
all these thoughts are
killing herself.

She's stabbing
her own heart
with her own words.

She's doing it everyday.

She sees
her blood,
she touches it,
plays with it,
drinks it.

Yet keeps on.

There is no stopping her.

She's grown to love
her torture.

Like a flower
needs sunshine,
she needs
her twisted thoughts.

She'll keep the blood
flowing
till she's dry,
then one bright day
she'll wither away.

Her once beautiful life
brittle
and being swept away
by a gentle wind.