Werther, The Desert

Reign in wanderer

One with all journey shall end

Destined to adventure

To curse all promised lands now

 

Directionless too

Though fate and luck ride beside

Mapped by lost stars

A story yet to begin

From & For

Vaguely running through the summer’s

night puddles

The empty feeling fills itself

because there can’t be nothing.

 

Each candy coated, lungs filled

with smoke I’m choking

 

Grinning from your soul,

may I lay beside you,

whispering into your ear

 

Who would beg for that

wretched nothing, wretched nothing

 

Losing, losing days

these hours are seconds

to that smile

can we be infinite

now

 

Therefore, here can not e something

The full thought empties myself

Let the winter’s shine

soak up that vividness

 

A call to arms,

All things fall apart,

As I shall sleep and

count these grains no longer

 

Subsides the loneliness,

yet it’s for no one else

Searching for something

Who shall , am I

going to fill this all

with

 

Let’s fall upon, upon

and arise to the flawless

mess of this abode

 

For there’s no one to

disappoint and nothing

to expect

 

From you

For me

From me

For you

 

There’s little else to fill this void

filled shaft

Let the gates of dream

Open as I shut my lids

Into oblivion

Blow my mind, and bash my brain

in.

i.Excerpts Without Context

I. Each of us in some way try to think we’re different but we’re not. The same reasons why I’m attracted to you are probably like everyone else’s reasons. To put aside your slim figure, your pert breasts and your pretty face. The common denominator in each of them-us- is you, similarly in why each relationship ended..You outgrew them, rather outgrew the relationship. Instead of growing together together; growing with each other. That’s why some relationships last, and maybe why others end. Now we’ll either outgrow each other, grow with each other or grow apart.

Three

A performance?

A show?

I read a few poems

written hours ago

 

Yet no word as each

second is more

valuable than another.

 

Each one equally

superfluous in its

insignificance.

 

Anyway.

Nine

Yes.

Your existence

makes a difference,

even if You are not

trying nor want it

to.

 

It matters,

You matter,

You’re full of it,

meaning that is.

 

That is, it is still insignificant.

 

 

xxvii.

The ideas

return

In a rush

and flurry

 

No longer

do they

muddy the

waters

 

In clarity,

they arise

Arise and

rise up

 

Raise them

Others sunk

after they

are thought

through

xxv.

Dance ye

dames, ye

thoughts

In your convoluted

gest’

 

Thine jest

of muses

As if upon

a stage

 

Mine, the

theatre of

fools and naive

thrones

 

A muttering

of the mute

that falls,

that only falls

upon these ears

of deaf spectators

 

A dance only

for the blind

To be understood

by the ignorant

and dumb

Felt only by the numb.