The Battles I lose

As inevitable as I knew this would be,
the strength doesn't come easily.
As I lick the fresh wounds on my ego,
I know that this is a sign of things to come.

You talk of the choices you make to shield
as I recognize that my calling has finally called.

Perseverance and patience,
I dust them off to perform their service.

And finally as one riot reaches its close
the one that breeds in the privacy of my head
turns to sublimation
And finds a sole solace in the unpleasant path ahead -
The battles I lose
I choose.

Blissful Ignorance

When the mind is enslaved

By a new kind of master

One that does not separate from its mule

Then Thought falters

Deceitful, it shows

Images and ideas that are not its own

But, in the dark, this is peace

Held onto for dear life

It is when the light shines through

And illuminates this existence

Reveals this horror

That Trust falters

Stumbles and stammers

Until it is lost

Just like the mind

In a maze of uncertainty and chaos 

Turmoil

They might not like it

Their eyes hold disdain

They may think it irrational

Or simply call it insane

I don’t understand it either

It drives on a different lane

But I can’t help what I feel

And the feeling doesn’t wane

I envy misery

I am jealous of pain