Rebel Hurricane

I chew on steel I spit out nails. I spit out fire I walk by myself. I speak in rhyme in what I write. So that ears will feel some delight. For the course I walk same as you scalds the skin I’m branded no shoes. Glass on ground my feet pass over. I reach…

Secrets Nature Keeps

Merged intertwined solid; words reserved for a soul that beneath bleeds under skin where I’ve no control. I’ve thought this all before, a soul and the body’s door that exist ever so to wrench even the strong to the floor. Come see it is not so trite nanoseconds pass unnoticed. Time it binds us so…

Hands Of Time

The past it can haunt; making feet drag in mud. Destructing destinations possessing light of love. I linger in memories I struggle to look ahead. If my feet they move not I fear my heart is dead. The scepter I’ve made, forged from remembering, has soiled my humility stayed newness entering. What am I if…

Only Human

Inanimate objects have a place right along side my smiling face. They remind any kind of pace leaves trails that can be traced. Made deep are the treads there in muck where motion dares go so quick making us unaware that the living need some care. I’ve attempted to cipher logic I failed at that…

If Only To Hear Your Voice

I would crucify what I hold dear, and worship you while weeping. I would do it effortlessly for you; for you supply my pain’s remedy. For your voice I’d give you dominion over my existence and loose myself. I’d leave what I find familiar and embark on your adventure. To discover the sounds of the…

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…

A Reason For Love

I get so swallowed by the echo that bellows and sways in tune to the edges of the dark room where here you’re not so soon. Trainwrecks and plane crashes have come askew through news. I don’t think they know that here a tragedy that many suffer pursues. It is the hopes and dreams made…

About Face

The open air does stimulate me to move in such ways. Past the vile instances of human nature put on display. I shall stay and declare now what accomplishments showed. I am quite old now a days, treat me with caution to behold. For what you see is a battle that I wage with the…

Past Our Hell

Hold together as if a tight knot. Arms and legs where time’s forgot. Throw thoughts around the room. Paint it all black if it you choose. Or sing tunes among a choir. Find the notes heart’s desire. You perspire, in journeys call. Breathe friends; fear not at all. Construct halls that echo around. So you…

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…

A Rapid Pulse

Your memory’s quite a companion. With time they’ve turned phantom. It is a treasonous thought I abandon those feelings I felt I won’t feel them. A decade passed since I was betrayed, emotionally I almost found a grave. My pulse runs rapid now I’m scathed. Thinking things where I was enslaved. I ponder whether I…

Most Everyone’s Mad Here

Off with my head! As I spin in dread. From fantasies fed by the life I’ve led. All is but a dream. I watch stars gleam. By the tainted stream jaded I do scream. All but the planet lies. The hunger does drive things we do to survive and the truths we hide. In dreams…

Avenues Of Respite

So cruel can be the revolving day. Creating questions; coldness on display. Answers elude, leave bitter tastes. Control is illusion; cursing is a waste. Wake everyday, well earned slumber. Seeing obstacles, conspiring thunder. We loose people, ones we love the most. While other burdens use us as their host. Agony ridden friends, let not the…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Empathy And The Tragic Mind Of Bullies

I have a confession to make. Nothing gives me more pleasure than making people happy; making someone feel understood and appreciated. That is how you make connections with other living beings. Empathy. Now I’m not sitting here saying I am holier than thou. What point I’d like to drive home is the fact that I…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2, Pain According To C.S. Lewis

For a long time I have had a poem about hurt that I’ll share a little later this week. Hurt exists from the fact we are in touch with what true joy really is. The deeper we love the more pain we feel. The more in touch we are with our feelings the more honest…

Blood We All Have Bled

Your symphony is fed by blood you have bled, and accolades you seek pop inside your head. Call your subjects to court. The bannerman and jesters. Those your eyes will never see. Now the isolation festers. Fear not lonely friend, though you may try again. To entertain the thoughts that let loneliness begin. None can…

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…

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…

The Ire Of War

Those who wield influence should not chill, with ill notions twisted ire that war will. Chaos fosters hate which chills by the hour. It moves in fields killing all colored flowers. The sky opens with a strike of a pen. Doomed are we to repeat mistakes again? Humanity needs unity. Not notions of thieves, who…

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a casual strut. I’m proud so I dig deep beneath empty graffitied streets. The reality; laborious…

On What We Dwell

Morning dew upon my brow, soft sinews bring softness out. All pride self consuming, as time is sharply looming. Is the world blind to the kind? Will the mind remember in time? Of the times as warmth champions winning fights over spite’s ramblings. Do we hold close innocent time or do we brood over anger…

Where I Retreat

Watch I do the masses celebrate. I can’t comply I will not commiserate. I will withdraw to my place and draw. What my mind while in darkness saw. The embattlements that I have battled would make any soul become sadly rattled. So I retreat so I can serve to stand on my feet. Away from…

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…

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…

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,…

All Wings Tear

Quite a nice place it seems where whispers beg us to dream. Different are the sentiments the broken sing as they fly upon tired and fractured wings. Their grasp of sober judgement went where the last vice was spent. So must be the torment of a broken soul’s lament. So the tattered look to the…

When You Dance With The Devil The Devil Doesn’t Change But You Do

Do we really have power over our demons and agony? Those things which slip into our minds as we gradually drift off to sleep? Regret, embarrassment, physical and mental trauma may linger within us for all of our lives. The decisions we make in life affect our overall well being when those decisions involved were…