What is it to be a professional?

What is a profession? What follows? Is this the next nationalism?
WHAT. YAH.

Would you sell your soul to business or to the gun power wounds. That no one will notice. People notice what you do?

What are you doing?

Soldiers? We all have.

Dirty Sucker.

You know what ? You want politics? We can bring our bed to shambles?


The atheist isn't going to suffice. Tell me why? Do you know? Then why are you on or in? Is this appropriate. Is this gender or generation?

TELL ME.

Come Undone

Sometimes love can be unrequited and unforgiving and can leave you scarred. And maybe you want to stay away, but is that the escape?
Can we really forget? Is cognition beyond recognition of the strength of thought and what is felt. Can it be undone? Can it be repeated? Is it hope or faith that keeps us going?
Or is it an adrenaline rush that leaves you weak in the knees or a social fantasy?
Are our reasons right? Do we really know fully what we are doing or is it the moment?
Can we really differentiate between lust and love? Is love really timeless and eternal? Is there an age? Is it mature or is it merely to replicate ourselves and continue life as it shapes and continues.
Let us fight being cowards. Let us love, it is difficult. But we fail and we must. But who conquered without a war and a few battle scars.

Vivid Incantations

What is love? Is it blind? Is it immature and sublime? Is it situational and timed? Is it understanding and growth?
Is it science and pheromones? Circuits and synapses, mechanics and biology or physics and economics?
Can we really question what connects all of us into one living breathing species that can feel? IS it the answer to the beyond?
We love our parents, friends, people who help you in time of need, is it beyond greed? Is it jealous and vain or forgiving and pain?
Or is it all and that's the break of the fall.
Can we really complete someone without finding ourselves first or do we take this journey together?