Rewriting Memories

If I had turned around that night and went home
I believe I would have ended up dead
The guilt I held never left me alone
Filling my head with never ending dread

If I had turned around that night and gone back
Within days we would have been at square one
But I would have sunk deeper into the black
Into that cold darkness that weighed a ton

Creatures and ghouls far and wide
Hear me now from the other side

Trust your luck to the old and wise
They should have drained your blood before you died

Now you’re scratching, scratching, hollow cry
No one to hear you
Loved ones had said goodbye

Being buried alive is not much fun
It could happen to the best of us
Even a nun

Die your last breath while you weep
Dying will be easy; just fall asleep

Your ghost will rise to hunt the land
You’re now a servant to the Bogeyman!

“I have a good mind”
No, you don’t.
You bully, harass, and intimidate
But never with a sound mind.
You never have.

“Why do you just sit there?”
Though I sit,
My mind is tearing
across the universe,
To view its wonders.

“You’ll never learn”
You never teach,
Nor demonstrate clearly,
What you want is out of reach
And my interest.

for all creatures great and small
wise and wonderful
which harmless trailing appellations
courtesy anointed survival of the fittest
places Homo sapiens,
sapiens on the highest rung of a pedestal,
where said arrogant species and genus
supposedly self decreed supremacy
self serving as thee bonafide
electric kool and the gang
deoxyribonucleic acid aid test,
and figurative benchmark
against which other animals
and plants arbitrarily
evaluated as guinea bay of pigs,
whereby gifted intelligence

(Rewriting Memories)

I’ve been going through my old poetry
Remembering the things I left behind
And for some faults I rewrite a memory
As if atoning for my sins and crimes

I’ve been thinking about my penance
The anger that used to flow through my veins
The words we spat were poisonous venom –
Furious – while I wrapped myself in chains

But now, this time, I notice everything
Understanding ourselves a little more
I was dying from all the coloring
Trying to cover the holes in my core

We are at the top of the food chain.
The superiority of our species remains our favorite concept.
We are content,
Our homeostasis is fully satisfied.
All that’s left for us to do is watch,
From the top of the sand mountain,
With our eyes closed and our reflexes gone.

Moon Kissed,
Happy that I’m still here,
In the darkness,
Not on shifting sands,
At the top of the world.