Enabling Fool Experiencing unworthy exposure, tic tac marriage off my clock, leash displayed with razor cut blurs, no hope will paint nor lusting chalk. So young, attraction infused—magnetic forces, yet I was to be a yo-yo. Beyond the sheets on object so bruised, years to be forever yours, I'm the enabling fool! Snapping fingers I will run straight to you for what is wanted, King Pride? Holding my string as he watches me spun, granting your wishes as I am the enabling fool. Emotions never seen, smiles are a thing of thought, of course it’s not my turn to talk, yet, of course I will bow as you taught—tears hide under my knife, beyond liquid jack. Destruction, conviction, conversion stabbing cloth, cotton for me and silk for you, evil snake of you, flying high to my light, you Lucifer moth! Granting wishes, such an enabling fool!

Stood tall, so abused, as each breath flew. Butterflies surround, trickling down of sound. Vibes sorrow expressed, tears, sadness, crying, "help." Silver tufted fruits whelp as dispersed like drops. For his poetry—his life stops, my dear friend, lost.

death merchants killing souls steal the very breath we take in; hold fingers on their triggers parting our willing lips over their barrels waiting for the pull giving what we wish for cloaking what is known preaching that the void is virtue while telling us meaning has died red shield worms; pestilence and war destroy and sell the cure all that they provide we on our knees abide

There’s a rope wrapped and tied tight, right around my heart, holding me back It is tethered to a rock buried deep in the ground, unable to move I fight against it because all the things I want are outside of its reach But deep down, I know that the rope will win and that the struggle is no use So I stay where I am so that it doesn't hurt, but it's slowly tugging back. Pulling me further away from you and everyone that could have ever been someone.

cosy comfort of unreason an emotional tug on the ankles towards a new golden age a fall to grace roll the teeth and bones barbarian sages disentangle made up mysteries to solve the problems they know well as they created them an appearance of wisdom a receipt of decay the divination of leadership scholars of deception in their hands twisted strands of a skein tying mistletoe having never climbed the tree

Am the sun You are the moon When you are I am not In your eyes I always drift I have a yearning just to say a word Chronos is really cruel

It all suddenly hit me one day How you had never said I love you back How you never looked me in the eyes When we spoke How you played the role of my lover So well,tht I didn't notice ur true feelings I'd always go to bed with a liked dm Or a txt left on seen I always thought you were tired or perhaps fell asleep What I didn't know was what was in your heart I had always wished you'd love me back Or atleast I thought you did My love was real Every word I said I meant it wholeheartedly All my emotions, expressions and Confessions were all genuine And you know the late night texts meant alot because we bonded quite magically But it was just a fantasy tht turned into my biggest regret and it hurt alot ..

the light from her eyes was an aria descending the mountain a lyrical quaking hum lifting the heavy dust from me unbinding the earth from my feet Lazarus leaving Plato’s cave a snake shedding its skin a Celtic moon mystery delights with a soft gaze from the Gentle Queen whose fire reignites my soul’s imramma riding high on Manannán mac Lir’s watery steed towards that island of Tír na nÓg just beyond the line of sky and sea; Oisín and Niamh

the constant beneath the chaos pathocracy lives in the noise ideological adherence the highest morality ideas of integrity as social constructs resting at the bottom of labour pools where the few are more equal than most obedience is the golden rule whereby those with the gold make the rules equality in the waiting line hierarchy in the boardroom where anyone can be equally stupid equally manipulated equally hungry equally afraid in a word controlled

the fault-line of our society is the dehumanization by power that we are statistics described by the inheritance of our appearances not the generosity of our spirit, empathy intelligence uninfected by the arrogance of the search for immortality nor the delusions and cruelty of a god made in our image we rise above the false virtues of willful ignorance distilled deference to our insecurities arrogant pride to stand in front of our mirror and know a deep truth that we are so much more than a surface reflection made by a narrow frequency of artificial light we are the faces of each other in a fractal shell arisen from an unimaginably old deep well