Spitfire

It's corny, contrived, insincere,
a lie, a pose, a fear.
It's made up, created, rehearsed
in perfect form, perfect prose and perfect verse.
It's preconceived, a ridiculous notion
ridiculed like a magic potion.
It's focused, to the point, concentrated
with a genesis born from, given to the hated.
It's spitfire, it's lava, an acid
for burning the faces and souls of the placid.
It's convincing, concealed, converting
while prying the pious into perverting.
It's immoral, powerful, and wicked
squeezing into the minds previously fitted
and it's winning, conquering, controlling
the hearts and minds and souls foiling

Abruptly

The tension's building,
the tension's rising,
nothing new
and nothing surprising.
It's too much,
it can't be handled,
it can only fall,
can only be dismantled.
The ledge approaches,
quickly draws near,
instilling the worries,
instilling the fear.
The push is felt,
it carries one over,
over the edge,
can't go further.
The thoughts race,
the words stumble,
the capacity,
it all fumbles,
but now the fall
is all too real,
nothing but fear
to still feel
with the crash,
the end that comes,
is here abruptly,
is here to stun.

Selfish Wealth

Thoughts filled up in a mind that's trapped
with nowhere to go but down.
The mind begins to feel so wrapped
up in the crumbling world around
and nothing can save it from itself
but it with its own selfish wealth
will die.

A soul emptied from past regrets
and wrongdoings that it can't forgive,
it only remembers the times it wept
as it no longer wants to live
and nothing can save it from itself
but it with its own selfish wealth
will die.

A heart so passionate at times
has been stripped of its giving ways
in what was the cruelest of crimes
leaving this pounding in a haze
and nothing can now save it from itself
but it with its own selfish wealth
will die.

A body left for dead days ago
will do as wished and disappear
without another soul to know
the amount of bitterness and fear
that made it impossible to save itself
from its own powerful selfish wealth
as it's now died.

Getaway

At the getaway, the one for which
we have waited
in silence,
we are here
in quiet and peace
to fight fear
of inadequacies.
We must live
this moment here
as we do give
each other tears.
We are happy
in this surrounding
with hearts sappy
and loudly pounding.
We can relax
and fully enjoy
the proving acts
of a love we employ.
We will live
for each other
as all sins we forgive
to simply love one another.

A Woman's Shutter

The fear that strikes,
the feet that hit
the ground by which
an anger is lit;
the woman hunched,
the woman cowering
under the iron fist
of the man towering;
a complete thought
not to escape
her lips or mouth
without a berate;
the love she once
craved for and longed
now scares her to death
in a place feeling so wrong.
A passion he used
to use for love
now fuels a fury
that nothing rises above.
A relationship that has
become a suffocating corner
has her trapped in the moment
with no way to go forward.
With no flow of ideas
in a mind shut down
by fear for life
that always abounds,
she closes her eyes
(as her stamina is gone)
and prays for the safety
that has long been undone.

World of Limitations

The fear keeps most in,
a fear of the outside world.
The world they know nothing of,
as most don't want to know.
The masses are happy
to live in the bubble
but one soul must wonder
if the dream is worth the trouble.

He does not cower
to the potential prospect
of the danger ahead
that he may erect.
He knows that anything
out there could be better
than living this life
strapped with a fetter.
He cannot be trapped
within walls of imaginations
as the hidings presented
seem to point to damnations.
Others can be content
living their lie
but he will not
idly stand by.
He will fight
for dreams outside
of a comfort zone created
by a panel under a corporate disguise.

A dreamer's world
is what they seek
but cannot be found
by an onlooker's view so bleak.
It takes creativity
and the passion
to drive through the surface
in a forceful fashion.
It takes a will
unmatched by others
to expose the lies
told to one another,
yet this exposure
is not for the sake
of proving the establishment wrong
despite their agendas so fake.
The reason this dreamer
must uncover the lies
is to prove
to his own eyes
that there is so
much more to strive
to accomplish
while still alive.
This dreamer will
continue the pursuit
to live a dream
others count as moot.
The drive will not
any time soon be finished
until this dream
is a reality accomplished.