of when things were beautiful

I need to get you out of my head and off my mind.
I see you in everyone. It's changed me.

Things used to be easier.
We all say we're searching for happiness, but that makes little to no sense.
Look back on your life, nothing is easier with age, if you're not close to happiness right now, what makes you think you'll possess it in ten years?

But that force that keeps us searching, she is a grand old bout of energy.

Think of these words, think of all words...
"What is poetry?" nothing.
Poetry is the backwards hope of mankind and the vision of land on the horizion.
Poetry is the dream written down and the dream deferred.
Poetry is the greatest lie ever told and the sheerest truth ever heard.

I need to stop wasting my potential.


© m.f. /Roxywaters Jul. 2012

fade out

Slow fade from pomegranate to yellow.
The bed you sleep in is a mess.
You find dreams on a mattress littered with clothing, bags, and magazine shreds.
Sleep long into the afternoon.

Pinpoint the problem. Go back.

Mirrors surrounded.
You have to look.

opened luggage parades itself around you... baggage
it's time to leave.

The flour like substance-stick on your palms, rubber gloves. That smell, that taste...

The paperless cut of an eye
The wince of a nail-less chalkboard
The anti-scrape of metal on metal
The cringe of an unspiral fracture

Somethings not right here.

Get up. get out. get up get out getup getout getupgetout GETUPGETOUT

WHITE OUT

The infinite sound of snow falling silence.



© m.f. /Roxywaters Jul. 2012

Gluttony, Gold, Greed. "Ain't nothing but a g-thang baby"

Milk it for all it's worth.
Rape and pillage until there's nothing left.

Drag it on.
Longer and Longer
Further and further
Over and over
Again.

Claw, Sleep, Fuck, Push, Climb your way to the top.

The end justifies the means,
by all means I want a Range Rover
...and a Rolex.

Take what you want.
Leave nothing left.

Glorious, fraudulent, theft.

Account for nothing.
Lawyer up bitch.




© m.f. /Roxywaters feb. 2012