There Is No Step Ahead

Unwashed white lace,
a place I disconnect
at the altar of
"I told you so."

Oh, black lace,
where I belong,

playing games with
your toy trains of thought.

You can not distinguish a single stain,
a fabric of white lace would show.

Could control be advantageous,
I'd use it to build your backbone.

Then watch your spine stand strong
through each train wreck.

I'd tone your character
with the quality of endurance.

Denial has the strength to create
the world's largest monstrosity.

Don't Be the Meat

Staring into oblivion at your own expense.
Carrying on, in combat with yourself.

Control, the stiff, jagged elephant on stilts.
Become the raggedy chest of drawers.
Or the woman with the meat, propped up on her crutches.
Dangle your offering before the world.

You aspire to run out of view, then hide for none to seek.
Glued within your migrant way, and the subtlety of sitting tight.

No one speaks of admiration:

Honest hands of youth.
Abundance, a home in your heart, has to offer.
Open up, tilt her over, let those drawers spill out onto the floor.
Combust, Giraffe, so everyone can see!

Rather, they'd watch clocks melt on the walls until daylight has run out.
Then find a candle flicker in the blackness of the ticking.
See its light glitter for a moment, dull out, then extinguish.

Blinded, awaiting the anxiety, of another's exclusion.

Flip the Damn Coin

Puppeteers, and puppets. 

Could you be the controller?

Or the vessel spewing the echoes of another beneath your puppet strings?

Crazy conspiracy theorists...

Doomsday preppers, bouncing off the walls of their bunkers.

I've heard each of them. . .

The “men on the high horse.” 

And the guys who knock them off like little Humpty Dumpty. 

Where could the king's horses and men be?

Out to lunch I see.

Fear mongers, fearful abiding citizens.

Those stepping outside their trying ego to say no to fear.

Bravery.

Those serving justice, get shot down daily. 

Leaving behind fat shoes to fill...

And who can fill them better than the last?

Oh, how sparse, I see the people who try to discern others. 

The people of “acceptance.” 

True “two-sides of a coin” types. 

And they’re tossing it to see more.

Reflect on this when you make what you see as a static statement.

A message for the messengers:

Be flexible, try bending to fit for once.