Time to Break

TIME
Time to break free from the mold of this osmotic generation. They give themselves to an undulating flow, easily seen, easily judged, easily influenced, Lemmings with their heads held low, Pride held high.
Discontigent from their predecessors, yet contingent upon their success. Trivialized by the old guard – professional reticulations -- they oscillate with need, regret, fear, honor, anger, and frustration. And the lemmings live up to their name.

I must break free.

I will break free.

Moments of clairvoyance, moments of clarity, moments of truth realized. That comment vocalized, then thoughtlessly flicked, dismissed like a pesky gnat.

An oracle.

I must break free.

Moon’s light dilution through misty night

Moon’s light dilution through misty night
Harbor regret, pain, and fright
Clicking footsteps on cobblestone
Nearer death comes, chilling the bone

Moon’s light dilution through misty morn
Blood on the threshold, a lover’s scorn
Carriage and horse, wisped alight
Death has come and made right

Moon’s light dilution through rainy sky
A lover’s revenge, an unheard cry,
Blood on the mantle, blood at the door,
A heart once cheated, hardened forever more.

Moon’s light dilution through misty night