How Far is Far too much?

Are you going further away?
To a land that I cannot reach?
How far is far too much?
How less is little so?

Are you going further away?
Leaving everything behind?
How far is far too much?
How less is little so?

Are you going further away?
Forgive me. I'll miss you.
How far is far too much? 
Let's see how less is so little!

Are you going further away?
Leaving me behind?
Tell me please, how far is far too much?
How less is little so?

Further away. Further and further away?
Why? Blindness and loneliness?
Sleepless nights, tears and darker days?
How less is little so, how far is really far too much?

Are you going further away?
Further than the furthest of the Nyle?
Volantly, flying away? How far?
Isn't that far too much?

Are you going further away?
Won't you take me with you?
Don't leave me behind, okay?
Please? Please?

Don't forget me.
Please...

God got on His knees

Bob Hamp

She hated herself, almost as much as she hated him. She had not always been the hating type. She had once been gentle and kind, but life had not been gentle and kind to her. Today, she hated that she had followed one more time. She had followed her fear, instead of her heart, and she had followed this man into this room, because of another set of empty promises, and smooth words. But all the kindness went away as soon as she had consented.

Once he had heard her “Yes” he looked at her differently. Suddenly his touch was not so much about her, as it was about him. He became rough with her as he led her into the back room. Moments ago, he had seemed so attentive, and almost thoughtful. It had all shifted when she nodded her head to his proposition. It was clear that when their encounter ended she would never see him again. That’s not what his words said earlier, but his actions and tone spoke louder than his words ever had.

He began roughly pulling at her clothing, and bodily moving her into a position of submission and weakness. She gave in, her heart breaking again into little pieces as she silently refused to stand up for herself. Her body and her heart were dying hundreds of tiny deaths, and she choked back everything that was true about herself. How had she ended up here again? But she knew the role she was supposed to play, and she gave in to the actress who had betrayed her before. This painfully familiar scene had played out before, and here she was again. Each act was familiar, and she knew her lines all too well.

The Cocksure Fantasy

Hey the haughty river, flowing unrecognized
Arrogance runs your ripples
Exacerbation your motive, temper the sword
And surely, it cuts too deep
Too deep to salve

You scathe everyone, nasty foulness
The tight wounds you conceive
You sew its threads with care, yet you rip it apart
Pain, Pain and Pain again…
None in your path, all equal in your selfish eyes

Like a bloody wizard in winter,
You foretell your deceitful future
Anger and disconcert in it all...
You sin like there's no God

Your stench, your vomit,
your soils, all a curse

You bastard, you the perfect hypocrite…
You mongrel, a whore
Dark and doughty, black and lame
Flowing swift and aimless
You bring nothing save harm

But, you want to let go...
You want to rush off the edge…
You can see the horizon and I can feel the zenith…
It’s there, yeah…
Please… Drown, let it go... and change…

Why does your heart break every time…?
Oh why don’t you tame yourself…?
  Why oh river?... Why do you flow through me...?
Why? Why are you me?
God...