Where The Heart Bleeds

I saw a man, bones shown through his skin. I said a prayer for the pain that never ends. The tears fall on cold cement streets. Those cold places where the heart bleeds. Dreams lay bear, they separate and cry for some reason why some dreams die. Eyes turn away what logic won’t face. This…

What The World Can Not Touch

In the light all I do can be seen. Thankful am I for times I can dream. All the weight the world can compile can hold down and even the strongest defile. The chaotic winds chill the purest souls, toss us about at times beyond control. So hard we try trying to touch the sky….

Writing Out Sorrow

When I was a child I could be enticed by the sway of every empty insecure vice. Cold side-streets that I’ve walked alone; found did I a vessel to call my home. Every room I ventured I heard voices emplore. Screaming and weeping behind heavy doors. Everywhere around where weeping dwelled, people did despair. So…

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…