15 ago 2015

Rats.



Vile minds under selfless deeds
afraid of losing self-esteem,
mislaid into others' consent
to prevent a shameful present;

Walls built up to hide the fear
of showing what cannot appear;
heart is just too obsolete,
brain makes everything concrete.

And lost in convolutions
of a well-fitting maze,
they still feel no hatred
for their captivity;

guinea pigs educated
eating what's been left over.
They call it moral.

I call it approval.

1 ago 2015

Our little place.


 
Once again
arms unbend under clothes too tight
stripping away any disguise,
so crimeless
 
like children,
and pure and innocent and bright;
just when the Sun is prone to rise
we're homeless.
 
Once again
a solution is still out of sight
when love's too strong to restrain
the cure is the illness
 
and the shame
becomes the light in to the night
of all our choices constrained,
experiencing fullness;
 
in the microcosm we created
all the rest is underrated.