tools

if we are the masters
and the tools are made
by us
for us
how is it that they own us
so completely
if don’t keep careful watch
over how far in
they’ll creep

knowledge for life… not survival

of all the things we’re told
we just have to know
the ones that actually matter
are the things you’d want to know anyway
even if you didn’t need them

perceptions

just a steady series of impressions
rolled along the edges
of my mind
could any of them
truly have importance in the end
or are they all
just figments of a dream
ready to melt with a gentle blow
constructed only to ward off
the emptiness we all find
somewhere between each page

beneath the years

it’s strange to see a glimpse
of the man i fell in love with
hidden somewhere under the man that you became

after all this time
sometimes i forget there was anything at all
that truly drew me to you

that spark so long ago
it seems a dim folly now
as though i should have known
where you would end up

i should have seen the hate buried deep
the willingness to settle
that you had no desire to change the world as i do
but simply hide away in your fantasies

we’re such different people now

for the sake of the man i loved
i’ll try not to pity you
or be disgusted when you repeat your litany

whatever helps you sleep at night
i hope it brings you happiness in the end

keeping up

i hadn’t realized how much comfort i’d lost
when even the things i’d loved
became cold and lifeless
just more junk cluttering up my life
i thought i was moving forward
when really i was running
from the slow build up
that i never saw coming
until it burst over me
dragging me down
forcing my eyes to the dirt
beneath my feet

the future will come
whether we wish it or not
and it will be whatever it chooses
whether we have left ourselves behind
or chosen to enjoy life

“when the crosses are gone”

any symbol can represent
a belief or idea
what objects you use
are only limited
by imagination
ingenuity
and your willingness
to embrace something new

limitless affections

one minute standing strong
the next red-faced i turn away
as the words we speak
lead us straight out of
my comfort zone