A jigsaw too. Arrogant prose.
Brief moments of my mind.
Hectic poetry,
Portraying bribes of my ravaged soul.
Like trying to complete a complex puzzle
On a constantly moving
And totally unstable surface.
An unknown orator
Speaking wonders through a willing me.

Summer’s end.

Distant memories of innocence.
Bygone youth I miss you so,
For now, oblivion is all I know.
I wish I was dead…

Enthralled by their promises of brotherhood,
Yet in the end I understood:
When I was in need, they had all gone,
And in the end I was left alone.

Sailing on uncharted seas,
Ever recurrent karmic breeze.
Isometric circle of tears,
Haywired, spun, a degrading sheer.

I knew it all within my mind,
And outside I was looking so very fine,
Going back at the scene of the crime,
Was the only key to the missing rhyme.

Freedom to say, freedom to choose,
Freedom to drown myself in booze.
Laughing and crying in the land of the free;
Hopelessly drowning in the land of too many.

Getting worse, getting better,
Rising and crumbling, snakes and ladders.

I’ve had the truth exposed to me
In such an unexpected diversity,
Odd shaped and strange reality
Ever-recurrent relativity;

Ultimate truth for the eyes that sees,
Yet it’s own truth uniquely