Own it experience suffering possibility

 

Savory temptations

The casino's neon heartbeat

flashes on my retinal glass.

I hear the jackpot chimes, a tinny siren song.

I could just walk in.

The smell of fried sugar and salt,

a ghost from the past,

drifts from the golden arch.

He smiled as I passed,

a flicker of connection in the synthetic haze.

But the sidewalk keeps moving.

My boots make a quiet sound

on the polymer street.

The park waits for me, a sliver of green

in the digital noise.

I could feel the thrill, taste the grease, feel the warmth

of a stranger's gaze.

I choose the quiet,

but my mind hums with the memory of the lights.

Love fate twice another I

 

Consumption deduction

 

He was the keeper of clutter, a connoisseur of comfort, surrounded by a sad symphony of his own strivings. He sat, a king among his conquests, a monarch of mechanisms. 

Yet, as the sun began its silent, sinking spectacle, painting the placid pond a perfect palette of pink and pearl, he felt a strange stillness. This fleeting fire required no maintenance, no mastering, no mortgage. 

His epiphany was pure, and pithy: the glorious victory was not in the wares he had won, but in the quiet, calming conclusion that he needed nothing at all.

Me apart presence us memories

 

Ratcheting

I drew the first line to find the last, 

to build a summit where the search was past.

I set the angles, planned the perfect plane,

and watched the final keystone drop like rain.

But in that turning, I forgot the twist;

the geometry my own hand missed.

The climb became the climb again, I found

a spiral turning on impossible ground.

The destination was a fool’s mistake,

a finite promise for a boundless ache.

The peace I sought was not in finding piece,

but in the act, where striving finds release.

So let the stair continue on its way,

a constant question for a given day.

My work is not in perfect, but the art

of walking on, and being just a part.

Rule fiscal caves mayhem day