Inadequate World



The bare minimum is rarely met,

basic decency, so easy to forget

the vacant smile on a plastic face

of care or contact, there is no trace.




Your Side Of The Window

We watch; entertained,

Feeling safe, they are not us,

Burying, secrets unknown,

Watch the show, judge.


Brother is for those, weak,

Relish in the games,

Alliance, what?

What will happen next?


They plot, maneuver, lie,

Stakes, impersonal,

For cash they play,

We follow day by day.


This is not life:



Through The Cracked Window




Cracked? The damn thing shattered!

I could deal with “cracked” I got the rules,

I could hide behind the lies, distorted images,

I didn’t make them!


They sold me the goods,

Reality is a fucking bitch,

Sorry, but I am pissed,

An illusion, seriously?


Count me out, I am done,

Did you seriously think you were the only one?

As I turn my back and walk away.

I will live and dream another day.


(Who needs windows?)

I am: Always a Stoic.






Once again I am away,
thoughts that somehow,
this time I could find a way,
maybe to stay.

Once again I can hear you,
close enough, you say,
the miles are few,
too far, it is true.

Talk without touch,
apart but never by choice,
times threads are such,
that I cannot affect them by much.

Each walking, a solitary road,
rarely, we meet THE friend,
but, you and I together we may reap,
that which we have sowed.