Empathetic Aims

I turn colors callousa globe it does ignorethe ones who battle allan earthly anguish poor.  To our core we are butthe same but differ waysthat seek morning dewto soften heat of days.  Being a celestial beinghere I evaporate a soulunto the sky above me;I do so under control.  So easy to say damnedbut harder to…

Season Of Spite

My mind conjured a being,that blots out a bright sun.A creature born of spite Imade him now I’m undone. My end is near and I fearmy creation it has no logic.A line between earth to skyI’m living a journey upon it. But my feet beat the groundin an onward pace I propelmyself down old paths…