To Love Makes Us Kin

I have beckoned God to take the pain of loss. I have paid in agony crucifying myself aloft. I fell far once yes I was far below the eyes. That looked out far bringing biting bitter ice. That bit disappointment seeping deep in my bones. From faces no longer there, no soft laughs, just alone….

My Sweet Destruction

As I fall by your wayside my pride swallowed I can’t hide. My destruction is my course, I find my way there with force. *** Could it be a better end? I often think of it when, I sit in long empty hallways thinking I want this always. *** The flame of your memory will…

An Adult’s Retort; Fly High

I shall not shred nor eviscerate truth but believe me now there’s those uncouth. Unrefined words I shall not try breathe. Of the person who in once I did believe. I’ve trusted myself and the rest I give up to the God of sky; fly high bird and live. I would be lieing if I…

Regret Is A Forest

A cadence unknown may it lift you up. How you could feel control it you must. Where the unknown trembles the soul and leaves confidence void of steady feet; stumble we will to sounds off beat yet without chances not knowing consumes. Better we follow our heart’s longings or our identity is what we didn’t…

Revelations

Fields of grain can flow; may they in barren lands? Question you might sanity until comes a gentle hand. *** Scars and lashes do come as we move inside this space. Here upon this weird sphere the sun does burn our face. *** What was lush turns raw; to ash and does make barren those…

Brain Therapy: My Disasterous Relationship Vol. 2

Shattering the silence, came your voice in night. Blinded by your nuances shine bright did your light. *** Rescuing my misdirection I ventured after my journey through this twisted existence scorned by my own learning. *** That the world forgives not those weak and who’re fraught by misfortune of their own and by things they…

The Web Our Mind’s Weave

The purpose of you is to cling. To the structures of man and collect. The crawling and flying bloodsuckers which in my leisure my comfort they effect. A purpose and a circle. How hideous yet amazing you do work. In tedious fashion you weave a tapestry of excriminate and in night lurk. I am amazed…

Where I Walk For You

Tribulation is born from identities torn from directions sworn never taken or worn. For what I do I own my words do not show, where my heart below, set unto what grows. Conflicted yes true. What I am for you. All I’ve been through, judge me please do. Because words confuse, what’s true and the…

Ravings Of A Sleuth

I pick apart the complexity that binds us in life together. I wrench out the pure moxy while I describe the weather. I put it into the stanzas so you might follow right along. Maybe my ambition is to put all vexation into a song. Line after line I give breath to the things tormenting…