things have not changed
the center will hold
nothing unknown will be loosed upon this world
do not think innocence is lost
at best, the worst stumble beneath us
no revelation is at hand
excepting that one i trust
darkness held at bay with words
rough beast among us? only these lines.

dreadful things
full circle around
places been
leave
step out from here
leave out reasons
can trust be
thought once strong
imagined support left
crumbled
crying for
please leave for greener
post applied for
belated wishes upon winds
changed places
beggars about pieces
cleft into
I often wonder on this
look into respected eyes
left unsaid
too late for last minute goodbyes
blanket this world with your gaze
push this boundary beyond
place this where all can see
wonder at
this once
well thought
resounding yes
lacks faith
lacking faithless
last full plates
take all you
can hoard
gorge
into knowing
nothing.

I've decided to write everyday until something happens. I can't tell you what that is yet, but perhaps the goal, long term, is sufficiency; to provide any monetary sum for this life by writing would be good. I'm willing to concede that, as I don't consider myself good enough to write for art's sake. So, I will continue this until I produce an economically viable product.
Let me cry at night knowing I am ought but a sellout, a lying no-good deceiver.
Read: sarcasm.
I like $.