Macbeth

I but desire the lack of Macbeth in my thoughts
Whilst he knocks on all the doors of my consciousness
Demanding to be allowed to enter, pleading to his power
and to his lost babies
.......................who sneaked in through the chimney pipe minutes before

With all my might I push to oppose his will
Fighting to overcome this mental dyskinesia
Yet close to fated to fall conquered in the battlefield
coloring the grass brand new

But I refuse to surrender

For if I lose this fight, nothing will be left
the world will twist and turn around me
time will collapse distorted into pieces

and all hope will be gone

an anecdote

now that I think of it
it never occurred to me
that I’d revealed myself in public
that I’d stripped myself of all my clothes,
of all my layers of guard,
and presented my bare skin to craving eyes

it was hardly realizable
only to be seen afterwards

yet it tells something
mainly to me
it says, even though I fought,
even though I gave my all,
I was never brave enough
to bombard the place to the ground

and plant new seeds to the ashes