the last arena gladiators…

battles have ended
the cheers from crowds have faded
needed no longer
to rein in social violence
since violence is everywhere

linguistic projection…

you’re talking as if
i said the words in your head
your words ain’t my words

 

 

evanescence…

the details
of
my existence
are
fading
some
replaced
with
deliberate
confusion
by
others
an attempt
to
justify
their
fading existence
details
they clearly recall
but
wish not
to
claim
much easier
to
attribute
them
to
someone else
often called
selective memory
but
once
such flaws
are
stapled onto
another’s
existence
it becomes
a form
of
assassination
but
i suppose
it
really
doesn’t matter
since
we’ll all be
forgotten
anyway

 

 

private life failures…

like poisonous gas
what’s inside a person’s mind
extends beyond them
reforged into denial
and empty accusations

 

stop…

don’t impose your doubts
onto every word i say
this may surprise you
but somethings aren’t about you
or your insecurities

 

gaming the system…

talks about his crimes
but ascribes them to others
it’s his self-portrait