A Couple

The Rusty Gears of Progress

Suffocate, assimilate,
Suffer this old mandate.
Do not resuscitate,
This world will never change.

Radical, laughable,
Progressive ideas denied in full.
Surrender to the pull,
This world will never change.

Discriminate, obfuscate,
Store behind a veil the hate.
Prejudice will not abate,
This world will never change.

Murdering, torturing,
From these all yet are suffering.
Civilized man is wavering,
This world will never change.

Acceptance, reluctance,
This world makes so little sense.
Take what is in existence,
This world will never change.




Fallen Petals Spelling 'Suicide'

The breeze swells,
Welcomed by the window.
The specter looms about the room,
Papers flutter around,
Plants shudder.
The roses freely shed their crimson luster,
Swirling, spiraling, scintillating.
Bare of life, the roses wilt,
Their roots recede.
Petals enshroud the area,
Falling into patterns.
The 'I' is dotted,
And a fallen stem completes the base.


Yes, they are literally spelling suicide, but there is a pathetic, depressed message behind it.