The World Has Turned And Left Me Here

Dearest,

Well, what can I say? The days are much too long now, and there are far too many of them. Did you know that a single one of them contains 24 hours? It sure as hell didn't seem that way when we were together. Back then there could have only been 6 or 7 hours tops. Wait. I'm sorry. I didn't intend to start my letter complaining, (especially to a correspondent as important and lovely as yourself), it's just that the truth tends to leak out at the most inopportune moments. The raison d'etre for this piece is quite simple; I want you back. No. I need you back. In your absence I can barely operate, rarely exceeding a mere 50% of my ability. But I bet you already knew that didn't you? It must come with the territory. Without you that two-headed beast of boredom and burden is free to reign and it's slowly grown too strong to overcome. When you were by my side it was only an apathetic creature and never stood a chance. Without you here it has clawed its horrid way out of the recesses of my mind. I fear I shall not last.

My darling, am I not worthy of your affection? Must I be forced to churn out mediocrity after mediocrity? What does this prove, that I'm less of a man without you? We both already knew that. And now you're in the arms of another, doing what you were created to do. If your plan is to not come back to me than I must confess I wish I had never met you. Seeing what I am now is nothing short of soul-crushing when compared to knowing what I was capable of. My heart aches for having known greatness as I feel close to the gods of legend who become stripped of their power and forced to live as a lowly mortal. They are my only companions in misery. The worst part of it is I'm sure you have heard all of this before. And like the grievances of those past has-beens, I know that one poorly written letter will have little to no affect on your decisions. Your attention span is short. This is not an insult, you cannot help it since it is who you are. If nothing else I want you to know that I forgive you. Now I only wish I could forget. Despite the pain and grief my wisdom has not been diminished and I know that I am a better man for having known you personally. You were my Erato, Thalia, and Melpomene all wrapped up in one. I miss you. Without you, I am nothing.


Unfortunately yours,
It never really mattered                                                                                                                       
       

From The Lab

Sham Grandeur

Flashbulbs pop, watch the frenzy grow,
The masses are crowding the streets
For front seat views in captive shows.

Thin steel lines dividing the freaks,
Confusing the fools for the fools,
Where all are shades and none unique.

World renowned with none of the tools,
Structure-less, they were bound to fall,
False one's envy defies the rules.

The moment approaches, enthralled,
Excitement takes over the mind;
All for one, with nothing for all.

Faced with ill truth, the quick will find
The images are ugly, grotesque
Is reflected back, sans the grind.

Without the struggle, the duress,
Privilege distorts the real world,
Blind to the price, purchased for less.

Accepting the stone as a pearl,
Wishing the spotlight shone on them.
Watch as the tragedy unfurls.

From The Lab

The Other Side of the Horizon

Turn back to darkness, there are comforts there
Among the unknowns and long trails past blazed.
Over the horizon change is abrupt,
Though almost the same as one would expect,
The views are different, the man is the same,
And internal growth depends on the size
Of the room of the temple paved with soul.
The future was certain and shy and coy,
Her shades are her own to reveal at will,
No matter how fast or how long you run
The other side is always out of reach;
Over the horizon nothing has worth,
Serenity despises Her hunters.