Robert Benedict Neumark Jones was born with a ridiculous name and decided that his only choice was to write and thus escape the endless questions and jokes of the modern office. To that end, he has been acting, writing and performing short stories and poems for many years, and has recently begun work on a novel about insanity, the state, and corruption.
Try Harder Flitting inside and out There exists a hungry desire to burn everything in a hellstorm of Creation. Destruction more simple, Magnificent. But. Too easy. Rhyme, Meaning, depth, beauty, truth, Try Harder, half-forgotten kaddish My friends have all deserted The cause. every warm-lit cavern I used to see them in now pours with solid blackness. somedays two un-blinking eyes meet mine through the silence. But behind is a-glazing. They are asleep, or more, bored. Sometimes, you can hear the snores. But sleep has not dined with me this evening. A battle has left the land sluggish, havoc seethes from blistered slabs of lips mumbling a half-forgotten kaddish. Still breathing, still breathing. I turn, and press my lips to the rain Whispering “I wish this day would never end” Some people can’t make it all the way. Evolution, natural selection, plain mistakes. Some people call others don’t. I remember those who do and forget those who don’t
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