Human.

To be human is to be
lost forever,
and learn to make homes
in the unknown.

Bourgeois.

Maybe I shouldn't have known myself,
then I'd not see the whole elephant.
Instead I'd be dozing off
sitting on sofa watching Netflix.

The last breath of pure oxygen.
It's a bliss until the last minute.
If there's still time to do something,
I'm munching on potato chips & muffins.

Another one.

If I'd know what I know now,
I wouldn't have stopped myself.
I'd stab the heart & carve it out.
If I'd know what I know now.

Timidly I knock on the door,
peek through the window of the carnival
where the give & take is pure & simple,
and finding the taste sour & bitter.

You know what I just found out?
Life's over the moment you hold out.
Whether you die tomorrow or a century tops.
In the end it's, if you can forgive yourself.

Drain.

This anger in me, I can't take a breath.
Like steam in the engine, it propels me ahead.
Don't know where I am, unless you're behind.
Give me a look, back to square one.
Counting the money, salvations spent.
Same old habit, who, where & when.
Love is a foreign country, one trip a time.
The spirit drains, in laughters and wine.

Meditation.

I bow to myself in front of me
and surprised by the mortal bile-
a hatred as such I've never felt.
No wonder I'm never happy.

My consciousness repelled by my existence
blocks people & wonders of living.
Fought hard to get to where I am.
Still time to get to the other side?