To Be Bright

to worry not of pleasures that cradle the hands of kin
to step so gingerly, that you leave no trace
to be but a fragment upon this mortal soil
for our greatest glories rest solely in the mask of the fools that choose to believe in the untruths spoken from tongues mutilated under ideas fed from the unwanted. 
the unwanted, the unwashed
clinging onto the ledge of light with hopes of darkness that we will not let manifest.
 

How Selfish Are My Requests?

these distractions that come are of my own doing

placed in front to test

to slow

to see if i've progressed from my mistakes

temptations are the same slimy desires

bigger than our eyes

and more potent than our tolerance

i shed this mask of acceptance

i question your every command

i master my voice that reaches beyond