2nd place in a short fiction competition.
You can read it here:
The Last Child of Eden

Beyond

What can you see today
beyond the grey walls  of order,
beyond the vast sheets of glass,
beyond this caging of your soul.

Do you hear silence above the mechanical din of progress,
or just the mashing and spitting of tortured existence.

Where will your mind escape to.
A moments daydream, snatched from the jaws of grinding drudgery,
to an Eden that persists beyond our efforts to destroy,
to a tree in a forest with leaves dripping with summer rain
and a beauty far beyond the monetary efforts of man to build yet another concrete phallus.
And irony laughs, for the tree is fertile, and the phallus forever barren.

Nobody

I am nobody
I do not have the right
to tell you how to think.

If I were somebody
I would not have the right
to tell you how to think.

It would make me less than nobody.
And I prefer the nobody that I have become.

If you ask me what I do
I will tell you
without expectation of you following blindly.

If I don't like what you do,
I will say
But I will not say you are doing it wrong.

If you ask me for advice
I will give it
And the choice is always yours to act upon it.

I am nobody
and I do not seek your approval

Words

Sometimes words fail me
and then I realise it is just my heart taking a breath.

Sometimes things just aint worth the effort to comment,
as the silence says it all.

Sometimes words spill from my mouth,
and I wonder where they came from.

And sometimes I stop mid-sentence
and let the idea go out like a candle flame.

Sometimes it aint what is said,
it's the absence or inclusion of heart and soul

Sometimes the right words don't come
and I realise I just didn't understand

Sometimes I think too much
and the words sound hollow

And sometimes the words flow
with a torrent of tears.

What If

What shall we sacrifice today?
Is there not sacrifice in all that we do?
The altar has many names:
Family, friends, love, dreams,
anything that we hold in our hearts is a worthy offering
to the gods of what if.

There is sacrifice in standing still,
for we forego a new destination.
And the haunting torment of knowledge
and the pain of ignorance fight ‘till the death
in the unanswered question of, what if.

The battleground of decisions made,
the graveyard full of fleshless hope,
the invisible tears cried in the rain
the promises we made to ourselves all in vain.
A legacy left and a burden to bare all in the name of what if. 

The OMG Society

The OMG society
devastated by the superficial,
over-reacting to the mundane,
worshiping the worthless idol
aspiring to mediocrity.

The fog of triviality
hides life’s substance.
The chatter of the inane
drowns out any hope of salvation.

Voices making unintelligible demands
for more mediocrity and settling for less.
And the spiral of decline spins ever faster
while the senses are dulled on the anvil of stupidity.

Life’s drip of discomfort continues unnoticed
while the pursuit of hollow gold rolls on through
the hall of smoke and mirrors,
as we succumb to the new bench mark of humanity.

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