Trample.

I can’t help it – that I’m inclined to worship Hope;
it is hardwired into my spirit to either die, or believe;
they’ve always said: that I run the air in my head,
in its purest form – un-buffered and painfully…
which doesn’t always work out so well for me;
as the resigned souls grow affectedly irritated;
by the squinting of eyes against a pinprick of light,
the unknown ahead has already left their minds jaded…
there’s a reason that my heat smolders Hope eternally;
it’s a valid reason that’s simple enough to perceive;
that there was a day – thousands of days before now,
that the ember died out and my spirit ceased to believe…
and it was during my meanderings through darkness;
that I felt the searing pain and end of days for sunshine;
and so goes why every pinprick of shining light at the end,
becomes more meaningful with each new glance of mine…
very rarely does a person truly drink down the nectar;
as it drips like diamonds of dewy wisdom from our trees;
all too often, we lose sight of the teeny pinpricking lights,
and are either trampled by others, or you’re doing the trampling…
and if we aren’t careful, the tunnel blacks out once again;
the light at the end barricaded behind piles of trampled bodies;
it’s a natural response to harbor an unspoken urgency,
when everyone around you is in such a Gods damned hurry.

Hynosis.

My Hypnotist.

My Hypnotist.

It cannot possibly be,
That there
would ONLY,
be…
Lil’ Ol’ Me,
In love with
my hypnotist:
one Benjamin Bonetti;
It was just
a matter of time,
before
his hypnotic lines,
chugga chugga
train of thoughts
that he implants
subliminally;
took hold,
in a brain so foggy,
so cold,
out of control;
please Mr. Bonetti,
hypnotize me?
I may notice
my body feeling lighter,
your grip –
becoming tighter…
the depths becoming deeper,
my brain
is getting
sleepier…
the past moves,
to the forefront,
I’m on a head-hunt
for what haunts me;
It cannot be
that I am alone
in what the sound
does to me.
I think I’m in love…
With my hypnotist;
the ways that he
talks straight into me,
do not wake me
Mr. Bonetti;
five, four, three…