First Friends

We began a race.
I ran and fell; got up, got down,
took heart, fought hard, and barely kept pace.

I never was tough,
always soft in the middle.
The terrain was rough,
the route was a riddle.

I got lost and got separated.
You put on distance.
My fire faded.
You began to get jaded.

I fell again,
but my ember still glowed,
kept burning with unyielding yearning,
and your pace then slowed.

I passed you then,
with my slow and clumsy lope.
You watched with a smirk,
and thought I had no hope.

We were friends then,
Close as lips to teeth.
You disdained my slow speed,
and held my prowess in disbelief.

And now as the sun sets,
Its rays find friendship gone,
I won but paid a heavy price,
for now I am alone.

Oath Breaker

How then is it that we are to blame

For believing glory you proclaim,

And it’s true,

You have power.

But you only offer smoke and withhold your flame.

Then comes the hour,

when we must be empowered.

Less without your full might,

with your truncated self,

We whither like dying flowers.

And so tears drip,

though they are never shown.

Warrior's emotions must be clipped,

Even when reflecting on lost glory never known.

Infoslut

Cacophony,
a random inflow of info,
words and verbs and antecedents blurring into white noise,
A wealth of experience and a treasure trove of truth to choose from,
but dissipation dominates the discussion.

Brains are frozen,
A million mile an hour current buffets the biomass,
breaks it down,
too many thoughts,
many drown.

What's left is an amalgam of catchy phrases and psychological slurry,
Oh yes mothers it's time to worry.
Victims are made every day.
Bright young minds become hitch hiking prostitutes
sucking corporate dick alongside of the information highway.

Unforgivable

I remember the day he accused me of betrayal,
He said if I didn't know what I had done than that was even worse.
Unforgivable,
He left me full of rage and hurt that will never disperse.
I had done nothing, but did not gnash my teeth and wail,
me, victim innocent of crime.
Nor did I strike the cur with righteous fists,
I bore calumny meekly, and gave him gracious time.
I forgave him and he forgot,
though he attempted to kill me you could never tell.
He grew into a fine young man,
damn him straight to hell.
My forgiveness never justice gave,
it left me bitter beyond reasoning,
left with one very important life lesson,
that sometimes unreasonable injustice is worth appeasing.