Saturn is a stupid bitch

More than halfway through this reckoning return

Anything I've said about the positives I've lied

But then again I lied about the negatives too

And I lied about lessons I did not or did learn

To avoid sharing an inkling of this maelstrom in turn

From the avalanches of empty laughter shuddered to the headwaters of burning tears cried

Phoenix Bartender

This is the first time at least through my own recollection

That my heart burst to pieces despite immense protection

This is the first time that being guarded and unusually forward

That would reveal he held no true intentions untoward

This fact is the one that ravaged my thinking

That I couldn't chalk up to loneliness, jet lags, or drinking

This is another gentle soul whose been shattered

That gave all that he had for how little that mattered

This is what the world does to those who heal and who dream

That the only fitting reward is to have silenced their scream

This wretched fucking curse— "righteous cross to bear"

That cannot ever be justified by his vacant, haunted stare

Film

Passive process

Peculiar sport

"Values are ascribed by the beholder"

Retort

Funny notions

Flimsy whim

The beholder values the ones great as him

Dry ambition

Squadered youth

Does your lens at least garner this simple truth? 

Need producers

Just to get by

Then again sometimes men are not known till they die