Thanks for Nothing

Empty words

Empty promises, vessels waiting to be filled with action

Waiting for content to give them worth

If one’s word is one’s bond(age)

People are too often vanilla

Afraid to be bound to anything

Enjoying envisioned freedom

Without the burden of any responsibility

Why extend an olive branch to people who are only looking for firewood?

Why allow my kindness to be a weakness?

Watching, waiting, hoping…

Only whispered rumours of groping…

You fill me with your emptiness, giving me false support

I learn to lean and crumble at the first sign of strain

Shattered, destroyed, ruined

Thank you… for absolutely nothing.

4:00pm

January 14, 2009

Universally Unforeseen

Games of phone-tag lat at night,
Quenching you thirst for knowledge while fanning the flames of curiosity
A question asked.
A story told.
Eastern thinkers in a Western world
Caffeinated coffeehouse conversations in decaffeinated bedroom settings
Topic after topic with almost no debate
Turgid emotives causing pregnant pauses as zygote thoughts are allowed to grow
Unexplained paternal brolic accepted without question
Though unnecessary naughtiness evidenced
By the heaving of full breasts
And extended procrastinated goodbyes
Mortals genuflect before she who deifies the Universal.
In-depth conversations of the habits of the Shoe-breasted Leotard
And its interaction with the Ebon-crested Dragon.
A symbiosis such as which has the potential to be cataclysmic
Or the genesis of unforeseeable euphoria.


9:20p
1/5/09