Eternal Oblivion

I once knew the devil he brought not truth for me. In here I am my own liar. Truth found did hurt dire. Prism a truth shed light by refraction in a deep divide. Recesses my discovery it was in youth a loose grip. Time turns, halts none. There’s sin in past undone. Skin folds,…

Trails Monsters Follow

Fear it permeates down into a cheek. All the drugs used allow you to sleep. Are you crying my dear behind masks? Your terror hidden is by a metal flask. Intoxicate to numb your rage it’s born. It is as if a hell bite a smile for it’s torn. Fill the empty void, your emptiness…

My Own Frankenstein

Eyes surrounded by skin is stitched, has you confused; your look is an itch. My senses ablaze I manage it to retain. My emotion swells but sanity remains. Touch me tear me apart to behold art that I have tried to keep inside a heart. What is real I feel the damage years have torn…

Slave Of Sight

Fickle is life, it can change; but in life also things remain. All will judge, they see your eyes of gold to ponder if pure. Amuse them I see looks at an instant they do lie if they can. The days send a shine upon your skin soft kissed by dawn. Who must you be…

Chaos Your Sanity

Shelter you seek to hide; forces cold from outside. Facing fear to reckon it but you turn; and it forget. Noncompliant, an anecdote, you try create a place remote. How dare it, what is faced, ask you for a full embrace. Who do you think you are? To dismiss it a person’s heart. Dancing flame…

Metamorphic

I’ll change again later on in the day. When the sun it rests its head away. Before I was the better part of me. Ashamed I am of what is not seen. Really I must ask of myself for tales of what I do to so I might sleep well. Chrysalis captures warmth filled drug…

In Your Atmosphere

I can see you turn into a person new while right in my eyes for me to view. Magic it dwells up in your atmosphere; you’re enlightened, gone now your fear. A look it stolen you can not help admire; those with the power to grow passion, fire. Don’t you wish it to be easy…

In My Vicinity

I don’t judge you dear but rather I just discern what I allow to enter my inner circle of concern. I can only control that which my hands make. What others bring into my vicinity I do debate. I tired from where I toil do find rest in a solitude. Letting some too close is…

Grip Of The Beast

Fell has moonlight up onto me to feast. The night it calls for my raw inner beast. Urgent is my basis I launch eyes into sky. Unto me I mundane came a fiery war cry. I fight such a decent thought it went away at sounds of laughter the devil sent my way. I’m but…

Brutal Honesty: Rebellion’s Trip

Storms around I look and see might as well be a raging sea. Look how I don’t go for the ground. It is routine the irreverence found. I’m a taught straight laced trip. Except for rebellion I do sip. It boils and tests my nerves. Maybe that’s what I deserve. Now you can see me…

The Battles You’ve Won

I know your well earned fame. From mountains you overcame. None I know could do the same; and none did you have to blame. See the world at the top so clear but beneath clouds it dissapears. Beneath, vision is lost in great fear; at the precipice one’s sight is clear. Suffer not the clamor…

The Perfect Pill

Pushing past noise, presently I’m poised. I gathered myself after what I’ve felt. The desert I roamed before I came home. There an oasis lit the past, I faced it. I’m deshevled grey, from paths astray. I looked inward front and centered. From what I let pass via my sweat. The clamor on, my skin…

Step Into My World

I was raised in a strict fashion. Emotionless father, mother of passion. I was taught it’s a black and white world. Learned have I grey consumes as a hoard. It is not one way or the other. There are avenues of thought to uncover. I fell in love at the age of fourteen. It fell…

Not Born Alone

In the beginning so the story goes, was a great sin so burden arose. Wise are we now, we clothe ourselves. Aware are we, now here we do dwell. Allowed to us were minds to discover where the err slumbers; how to wake each other. So the story goes, inward we crave more. Fine tuned…

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…

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…

Passion’s Fraught Trip

What was made was made able. We will rise becoming stable. Sweat and tears tear at the seams; whisps of kindness help sew dreams. Drawing us out to fight the fight where we see our heart’s delight. This is called passion. When your work is driven by fervant gestures giving splendid vision. The world conspires,…

Howling At The Moon

Have I died enough to stave off nights I’ve cried, you in my thoughts? I remember when you gazed at me and said that I am one; not just a talking head. I remember when nights, the thought of you. Thoughts of holding tight in nights I never slept through. Would I be one you’d…

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…

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…

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…

Fully Automatic Heart

I can’t believe I’m doing this. This one hurts a little and is a little dark. I sweared to myself to never share this. It seems my trip down memory lane had me sifting through some old notebooks. In them, amongst copious notes of Lord Of The Rings, and I mean hundreds of pages worth,…

Dropping Knives Into Tides

Some people I knew could cut deep into me. I bid them slide off the beach returning to the sea. I would run marathons. I would breath deep. Pondering the knives that rip into people’s sheets. Me I quickly I go to that inspiring place. To where I save face onward in stoic pace. Where…

What I Learn Everyday From All Of You & People Everywhere

We are in this world together my fellow earthlings. I know, personally, I don’t have all the answers. But I encourage all of you to exercise the value of reaching out to others, reading various perspectives and experiences to help you make the correct decisions for you. When I was a child there were good…

Not Made To Be Alone (Love Changes Completely)

From some place within me buried beneath sadness and pain, is a coffin that calls me friend. Its from the past; called by many names. Fear and uncertainty are common residents. There is anger that resides there as well. Such things grasp at me from within. The coffin is a desolate place where I fell….