Shakespeare

Words are vacant constructions of a lacking language.

I've been debating my legitimacy as a writer lately,
but now I realize it is just a larger frustration
with the impotence of expression.

Conversations oftentimes feel like two lane highways,
along which vain vehicles of vernacular
attempt to convey intrinsic misinterpretations.

from now on
I may speak in terms
that will be misunderstood,

good.

from the poverty of pauperism
arises the fool
capable of tricking the world into thinking...

thoughtlessness

the essence of comic relief
lies in it's tragic framing.
I've learned to laugh at the gloom

only when one learns to live as two
can the vestigial structures
be cut
loose

master your reality
or let it enslave you,
but don't expect any-one
to save you

savor the salt of cured wounds