Maelstrom

decadent warrior
Cringe actively
Resist in the truest sense
Divest you soul
And fill your blog
with encantations of self-doubt and repetitious foolishness

We have guns
To sling in all directions
We have the joy of all-concluding pleasure
The shadows can be avoided
The tears just streak
We monitor our words
We take ourselves to the forefront
Our image rebaptised,
Canonize our self forever the same

And appreciate the wisdom of otherwise passibly idiotic coffeeshop bhuddists

Draw on the craze to blow a moment more
Sudoku for the heart
We lay there in mystery
And vent the thoughts
That perhaps were best left alone
And start a war
With reckless vitality
Enigmatic, the idea of contained reality

And the noise poisons our soul. the routine
Another addiction

Moments frittered about
And growth of our space
Leads to personal implosion