Under The Rainbow

Coiled as if a spring tight and wound ready to release ramblings for my burden’s heavy. In woe I’ve examined of what all will see. The end of our light in life’s great journey. We are all of us kin by way of death I do think of my mortality; my grave in night dew….

The Power We Weild

Tender is forlorn in a world of fire. This world’s chaos consumes all in ire. Softness is said to be a sign that’s weak. Yet moments of bliss in our minds we keep. Alleys that are found in cities of grandeur can sullen ones awe and beckon slander. The world is ablaze with hate that…

Truth Be Told…

True to the tune that flows from freeing feelings that I feel let commence healing. I delve to the depths that never reach surface; where eyes can see for those who hurt us. I feel the ever fleeting air leave as I begin rise. Panic pillages my lungs when I find I don’t hide. So…

Hands Of Time

The past it can haunt; making feet drag in mud. Destructing destinations possessing light of love. I linger in memories I struggle to look ahead. If my feet they move not I fear my heart is dead. The scepter I’ve made, forged from remembering, has soiled my humility stayed newness entering. What am I if…

Remedy

Exercise some sympathy. I am a runaway ricochet that runs every direction in confusion and disarray. I dream during the day my want is you here and near. You seep in my subconscious and alleviate all sudden fear. A dreamer I’m enlightened by your gentle and kind words that suddenly I slip away to comfort…

Arisen Once More

There’s a chance I did what I swore I wouldn’t again do. I fell from my shroud in clouds at finding sweet sound in you. The path I now walk here on has tulips and iris there beside a path that my feet walk upon; it beckons what I hide inside. Expose me and reveal…

Psychosomatic Antics

Can you not see me now? Am I not one who bleeds? Psychosomatic antics I find myself on my knees. Here I find ink left behind left for prying eyes that I would like to project effects of this life which I call mine. I am pounding on paper ripping at filament thin organizing the…

A Taut Trip

The grey cloud that hangs over my head it took a turn down; planted me in my bed. I lie awake looking, lofty laughter rise above this microcosm madness defines what is my love. The chaos twisting tight and taut is string. I am ill solely fraught; ill-begotten ides sing. To the expanse and back…

Feed The Fire

In the hours of dawn when light goes down I scan the night long in this detested town. I in safely sanctuaries pray hard night keeps drawing out functions keeping me from sleep. I see you you creep in my mind and soak dry the calm and fire inside feed my needs to supply. Crack…