Breathing Without Air

Bring out paper bring out pen too. Open your mind, see clear through. Through the room you currently occupy. Do not hesitate now, draw up not a lie. I want to see your mind function. Leave me clues leave no assumptions. It is a breath with not the air. I want to see your mind…

Captain Clown

A light piercing a loud tumultuous storm. Home is gentleness, there memories are born. I sail upon sound my head facing down. I am a saddened clown an apparatus I found. For it is my duty, dressing and full of passion. A circus encircles so I’m loud in colorful fashion. Drown out the pain deep…

Why

I am but an earthen vessel drawn from dirt I stand still. As the rain falls I do weep. As the earth turns I do sleep. I stand and look at the sky, as I move forward I ask why. Such a place as this is irony tis why this earth’s a part of me….

Long Distance Love

I situated myself upon trembling ground. A place so hollow never before being found. A safe distance allows feelings free. Found did I exactly what I’d be. If I allowed such a thing begin, would I feel alive once again? A mysterious game never before played. I could not refuse. I’m a rebel that way….

Unseen Fame

We seek fancy fame there is no stopping it. Hunger for bright lights and pleasing monuments. If we beg the question of this immovable force, of what we do dream is not simple of course. There in lies a heart an essential key part. Discernment’s from the heart at the start. What sets us at…

Down The Yellow Brick Road

I’ll walk down the yellow brick road. Hoping liberation, or so I am told. Fraught with peril the journey does go. All with what I do or don’t know. Along the way the tin man does clamor. The scarecrow doubts the lion avoids danger. What is within with what I have found is all three…

No Passenger

No need for trust, I’ve control over direction. Steer unto daybreak remembering affections. No moving me to weep, but help finding peace. Would you believe it’s found in one seat? Chaos once drove until this tranquility. Behind the wheel my judgement is free. Before I would falter; steer would the world. I can say I’ve…

Fate’s Facade

Perpetuate, take fate; resonate it’s mental state, commiserate the debate as darkened doors fluctuate. Your conclusion’s illusion leaves you in confusion. Where your future lies in your passion’s bosom. Life is not about fate so think not otherwise. Or we shall be driven to the brink and despise. The choices we make, we’re the ones…

Where Water & Sun Meet

It will rain all day today. Pools of water beg children play. Though chasms of voids, skin and bones it is fitting for us to make nature our home. We know the sun shine will follow even when places within seem so hollow. At times of despair we should allow even welcome rest that accompanies…

Paths That Must Be Taken

I tumble around in my head flights of fancy or an ego fed? What I let draw my energy out I will entertain with certain doubt. For I do not trust me or believe what my heart feels or what I see. A learned low rent psychologist resides in me evaluating the risk. Experience can…

Meet Me There

What right hath the world to make it’s demands on me? As it were I have mentioned it’s cold facet and madness. We scramble to assemble order throw arms into open borders. The line between surrender that would tear a soul asunder. Have we the strength of mind to lovingly give meaning and define? What…

Contemplation At Eden’s End

This tiny earth you should know where you are is bit by the snow. The land is so rife, stiffled not nice. There’s bitter ice cutting as if a knife. So sayeth God our hearts are odd. We take breaths often to breathe smog. Since original sin, what a way to begin, a starting clock…

What Has Been Felt Before

Too soon I feel how often it’s real, wounds so deep how near they’ll heal. Wrought with ache, oh, for my own sake while sleeping I will heal before wake. Conquer the slaughter that the world will offer. It is a remedy it is that the remedy is not her. For people will always be…

The Vicious Animal Within

Exerting strength as each day passes by, leaves weary passengers flying miles. Enthralled passions come in many fashions. Everyone’s different requiring compassion. For hearts strive in differing ways to survive. To keep them well and to keep dreams alive. If we should seek out the corrosive strife forfeiting kindness causes a tenuous life. So delicate…

The Sound Of Time

Father Time reaches with his tightfist grip. Grabbing masses whole singing along his trip. His voice revealed are simple sounds. Birds singing softly flying amongst clouds. The circle, the cycle around and around we go. Some are luckily released, from vices as their thrones. I try and I’ll call loud out into the vast crowd….