Fate Dictates

Parallel lines
will never intersect..

Dutifully they maintain their distance..

Buffer space pre determined
by the grand designer

of their origination..

An authoritarian author

who has decreed
these two shall never meet

as the separate pair

take the horizon tour

toward eternity

Don't Lose Your Head

A bystander to the carnage am I
from my position in the midst of it..

I popped my head out of the bunker to see
the mega violence all around me..

Carnage being a great spectator sport..

Just my bad luck..

A passing missile decapitated 
my exposed war voyeur head..

Now I am part of the bloody spectacle...

All because I forgot to duck

Grave Reality

Eventually the point is reached
where our walls of delusion get breached
by the irrefutable truth
that none of us
will exit this mess alive...

Life is a suicide mission...

Perhaps our legacies may survive
but never our all too mortal bodies