Cognition

I speak while acknowledging I am bound to be silenced.
I achieve while aware I will be humbled.
I rise while knowing I shall soon fall.
I succeed while realizing it is inevitable for me to fail.
I gain fearing I am sure to have charity taken from me.
I do not remain inarticulate, for I am confident in the potency of my voice.
I am not quenched from being impoverished.
I tumble knowing my ascension shall exceed far beyond any that have previously occurred.
I savor the taste of raw failure while memorizing the bitterness and angst it possesses.
I vow to allow my thoughts to digest its unwavering discernment merely once.
I embrace loss for I am certain I will acquire and prosper again.
I live rationalizing I am fated to perish.
It is indisputable that I shall expire knowingly and knowledgeably.

Ingest

Hey there, you hapless fool.
Yes you, the hopeless mortal with the guilt-stricken face.
How is your solitude addressing you?
How does it feel to watch your life sprawled across the screen?
Watching your words play into other lives like a broken script.
Is it satisfying to know that you are the ringleader of this blood-smitten circus?
Knowing that you originate from dementia, and continue to carry on insanity’s blessing.
Has it sunk in that you have hastily bitten off more misfortunes than you could ever chew?
Do you realize you’ve been damned with the touch of fatality?
When the sin-drenched stake is driven into your atrocious core, do you feel like an utter disgrace?
Or merely become overwhelmed by acquisition?
When the lights start to flicker and the aged film crackles to life, does the lack of color entice you?
As the accordion sings its morose serenade, does it send chills down your spine?
Perhaps it fractures the backbone you have never truly possessed?
The feeble soul that ought to be fed to famished hounds.
Can you swallow this?
Are you captivated by the tantalizing ways the gypsies display in vain?
Stolen treasures ringing as they pass, sputtering, muttering words of pretense.
Amidst the purple disarray adamantly choking you.
Cowering from the fires ablaze, surrounding you.
Rapidly becoming conquered by the madness of jump rope chants and sinister laughter.
Are you able to swallow yet?
Do you comprehend the sole fact that you have never once loved?
For it is because of your self pity and false affections, that you have remained alone.
Peer into the mirror you have stored out of contempt, discover that this dreadful reflection staring back at you is no other but yourself.
Try swallowing now.

Contrary-tale

I must confess, I never adamantly believed in once upon a time tales.
In my evasive thoughts, these fables were merely slumber stories.
Consequently I felt you were no more wondrous than any other.
You were on my door step in simply blue jeans, a sweater and a smile; not shiny, shimmering, splendid metallic.
You arrived not upon a magical rug or atop a reverent stallion but in an economy car.
In your hands you held not my missing shoe from the previous fortnight, but the day’s mail.
You possessed no antidote for this ardor I seem to have been poisoned with but offer the hope and will for it to remain everlasting.
You have not awakened me from this gratifying reverie with a passionate kiss but a slight brush against my arm as you proceed through the threshold to slip off your coat.
It is then I suddenly come to the rationalization that my true fairytale resides within you.
We are star crossed lovers in this realm of reality.
And I am wishing upon every glistening sparkle in the sky, that I shall discover my happily ever after within your eyes.