frustration at my unsurmountables
aggravation at my misdirection
palpitations at my stresses
lack of motivation at my dilemmas

(from 082103)

Peel away my fat.
Tear down my walls.
Rinse off the blahness.
Dig away the layers.
Uncover the mounds.
…And I am nothing.

(from 091503)

Upon waking from my cruel slumber, I discovered the world had not changed.
My self-induced coma had not erased the injustices among men.
I had done more harm to my psyche by withdrawing from the physical realm.
Dreams of perfection had clouded my mind’s eye and had only produced disappointment.
The inner sanctum of my self commanded me to attention.
Realize the world is not fair, it shouted. And make order of its chaos.
And who was I to argue?

(from 103003)