Currency

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Worth

Is it my worth in so many words
The story will be forgotten
Whether or not it is heard nor told

A Five Year Old

Shall the recognition

Be acknowledged by

unwarranted validation

 

Worthless

Wasted praised

On scribbles made

By an unblessed hand

 

All their dwindling

Inklings as a vacancy

Seen through the soulless glass

 

There is noise inside

Neither anguish nor some bliss

Enter if You may

A five year old sun

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.

Faint Shadow

Lay  with me as the water

begins to fall

 

Viscous as it hits our skin,

the taste shall e’er linger

upon our lips

 

What shall we speak of then

when these our altars are in

ruins

 

When our words are spoken

by others, who never understand

the cadence of our hymns

 

The sacred becomes ritualistic,

a faint shadow of our

faithful whim

 

The realisation embeds us in

the mire we made

 

A long time ago, what we

was ne’er ours to keep

 

Lifetimes that come with

no receipts, our dreams on a

loop until they are fulfilled

 

Shall we dance with those

suns our brothers

Shall we dance with the

moonlit planets

 

Here and then no longer.

All we ever did was chase

our butterflies

As those with,

devour us.

 

For Your life’s meaning is a

butterfly.

One You can’t catch without

killing.

Upon this daily basis, still ponder why

we’ll wonder out this door.

 

For Your life’s meaning is

but a butterfly. there’s

no catch without loss. Maybe

laying still I shall no longer

chase my own butterfly.

 

Fall asleep as clouds and sky

pass-over me.

Awaking, I stir the butterfly

upon me.

 

I say, say hold

this hand of mine

as we let go of

the lands before our eyes.

 

Close our lids

so slowly

I’m, I’m, um-um

We’re floating down

 

We’re floating down

Sinking into oblivion

There’s no art to the performance,

no performance to this art.

Only the audience.

 

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.