poetic and stuff


Banned - What an Asshat!
Nothing Forwarded

Absence of relativity
between the loss of civility
in an extreme of reality.
Maybe there is no language involved,
if you see only faces still dead and cold.
Lost in an expanding dark universe,
nothing forwarded exists in reverse.
The other side of the mirror is broken,
all that is on this side looking in,
only seeing others' eyes seeing with nothing
left to look alone; left to cry within.
Or die inside if this is not real.
Maybe it is only me. Maybe I don't feel,
like You do, like They do, or They do not.
Voices of reality
absconding probation
of this absentive creation.