Gracious Thoughts, A Poem For You All

Southern nights are under the same sky that covers us all. Stars seen by all eyes. How uncommon that we’d have in common things that bind not spoken of so often. You don’t know how my trenches run deep. Or no matter what how your words I will keep. Did you not know feelings show…

Are We Enough

Masks and fancied montages serve to hide personal facades. Why do we let ourselves abuse our own ways we secretly choose? Am I enough worthy of enough of one’s secrets from another’s touch? What the world, what we let it see. Is not quite like what we seem to be. We act strong like the…

As If I Were Dreaming

The morning my mind when love I did find, is still frozen in time. Before then I was blind. I remember she was wild, spirited, sentimental guile. Far more familiar with life far more than I just a child. As I search my mind to describe her in kind, it seems all too clear it…

Uneasy Epiphanies 

Vexed I can get and spiteful sprees, after she embarked to part from me. It’s no stranger, upon occasion, my heart has had seeping abrasions. Consumed I can get sleepless phantoms, cold holes so low; defeatest anthems. It’s a result of all my emotion trusting in hands chiding commotion. Scoffly I curse as dreams are…

Taking The Baton

Fluid rhythm with flowing gentle tone. All of my faculties, fit you for a throne. You will find that I tried to set you free. I would shatter wind if you wished it to be. If any tune or tone is not what you can stand, I’d take up the podium, steady it with my…

Hindsight’s Sight 

Forget please do the tumultuous storms. Leave behind what from our regret’s born. I would not be what I have forgot, but I try and see that which I am not. A learned person looks back to discover with their passions that which to recover. Leave behind what regret finds. Open your eyes, not stuck…

Why There Is Song

Do you drift like a listing ship? I feel it too tides as they rip. Upon the dew saw I on my evening stroll, I see calamity that is beyond my control. What is there for a person to do? Shed a tear for the sky being blue? Strength they say is rising above the…

If Not By Day

If by day I am sane then I cry how profane. I’m a dull, starved and unexceptional sort of man. I seek nights where my mind wanders away and you it finds. You are smiling at the way I talk. If I would stutter you’d shrug it off. I’d be perfect if not for the…

Modus Operandi

There are some who are driven by lust. It’s human nature to be driven by such. Here in the dark I am calm, not asleep. My head runs wild for my soul to keep. From friendship flames rise up with no disguise; Tender and gently my heart opens at it’s supply. So much do I…

The Impetuous Sky

I can not turn, my imperfection burns. What does it want me to earnestly learn? Confiscate my pen, I’ll just do it again. Write until the end right where I begin. To learn these tears so that I can bear the ultimate pain without a single care. Grasping veins pretend to sustain from intoxication flooding…

Through These Eyes

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and diamonds in mud are found. The world makes sense in coves and tulips. And her…

Nothing I’ve Known

Why so vague? I see how you behave. Will you in the end lead to an open grave? Questions still remain. Now I’m not the same. Will I be buried or returned to the sane? The veiled night starts to make sense. Seeping in the dirt my childish innocence. Wake me to the day, make…