In me is a peril as I try and sleep. My head it rests as thunder heats. Shallow slumber does not sustain. Exuded strength is all but in vain. For below where you can’t behold I toss and turn in concerning holes. Depths that sight do not ever reach is where my sight brings me…
Category: Perspective
Breaking The Facade
I flipped a switch causing a reaction. I burn your facade for my satisfaction. Your face is soft while under is less. You move past the things unaddressed. The links of armor, you pretend to have, show a dim shimmer and break as if glass. Shards on the floor my questions broke your shallow voice…
Why All The Love Stuff?
In my lifetime I have been well versed in the deterioration of the human condition on this earth. My eyes have witnessed and my hands have practiced misgivings. I am no poet nor sage or anyone who possesses any secrets to living a better life. All I know is that on this sphere pain ruminates…
Look Down At The Devil
I can shift and I change. I am of the complex sort. That’ll be misunderstood; judged in the highest court. So I cower and contemplate a fog that arises inside quick; in the air I feel a change in a cloud that enters so thick. I feel eyes as they look up, giving me a…
The Power We Weild
Tender is forlorn in a world of fire. This world’s chaos consumes all in ire. Softness is said to be a sign that’s weak. Yet moments of bliss in our minds we keep. Alleys that are found in cities of grandeur can sullen ones awe and beckon slander. The world is ablaze with hate that…
Truth Be Told…
True to the tune that flows from freeing feelings that I feel let commence healing. I delve to the depths that never reach surface; where eyes can see for those who hurt us. I feel the ever fleeting air leave as I begin rise. Panic pillages my lungs when I find I don’t hide. So…
What No Rhyme Defines
I am walking one foot in front of the other. My left foot is happy that it has another. I walk the line fine I’m luckier than most to appear sane when I’m haunted by your ghost. I’m always happy when it rains washing streets. I just lock myself inside pull over my head sheets….
Seeing Your Art
Clouds full of prose; smiles speaking lines translated in my tears they’re quite sublime. Question my judgement, I’ve been there many times before you defeat fear and solve calamity. My conscience considers where I should proceed. As I take in now slowly your words spoken to me. My prying eyes they do open at enlightenment….
Unsearched Feelings
I’m standing on edge at the climatic scene that involves us both at heart-felt intensity. Refreshing waves they wash over me my being and honestly my love I wonder if I’m breathing. Suffocating anticipation has me gasping breath that surges through me and it scares me to death. I’ve examined myself I try to keep…
Precepts Of My Aged Soul
Affixed to my center are scars from battles my heart has traversed on roads I’ve traveled. What venture for today do you have planned friend? You’ve got adventure all while I pray the day ends. My inner concepts free flow as I sip slowly a bottle while I know your plans call for you at…
Blaming The Reaper
They say look at him now how he tries to work words. Tell him he has no meter and his words, how absurd. He speaks as if he knows how a true poet feels bleed from the heart rhythm and now from lines come speed. I hear them they are right but I know not…
Your Shattered Prism
Visceral tones expressed to me so plain last night, found me and struck me. It brings me such delight. I’m glad your strong to not retreat and to speak the things you find in your mind let your lips release. Don’t leave me blind or guessing in games confused. This is no television show nor…
As We Decompose
We fight in a fight now of reason and just cause. Because we fight this fight against our flaws. Everyday is a lonely lane that I do discover ends in a dead end that takes me to another. Solving the riddle of my own making it shakes me to my sore core so my hand…
Ready Your Trigger Finger
So many people live, so many people don’t. We must go fight fights that some people won’t. Those who believe in only peace and goodwill know the world they don’t now nor ever will. Privelage might blind while spoiled children have not lived in reality where you find villains. Greed and lust fester in our…
What The Moon Teaches
I turn my head to the sky, often dumbfoundedly shocked that we are creatures small; the moon reminds we forgot. Ever there so seemingly peer does the moon from the sky. Underneath it we are chaotic; short-lived with dieing light. What need of us does a sphere, who is constant upon its watch, the answer…
A Journey Of Discoveries
No need of words now that a look has captured. No need of sound now. Such things have raptured. Delivered unto the earth, returned up into the sky. No confusion all is clear and my view is so divine. I have delved deep inside, I have found myself well. So I return back unto the…
I’ve Never Traveled Like This
I’ve traveled far beyond what most have seen on this earth we call host. Love do I this thing that I enjoy. Here in front of you I do rejoice. That you see me as I paint this realm. Upon the earth as if upon a ship’s helm. I steer in the water so many…
My Aims My Place
Did I forget, let us talk about spaces where we plaster thoughts that a mind leaves traces. What would I convey, shall I subside in this way? I do not know this stage only my hallow common cave. I choose to peer at the sea from my perch. Not in shadows hide nor behind curtains…
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…
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…
Virtues In Reality
Scholars teach me nothing of what my mind finds keen. Nuanced can be the scene of what I allow light to bring. Crashing high above the sky in thunderous chasms do lie vast explosions in vast supply seen not by the human eye. We paint our truthes in a hue, understood by what we knew,…
While In Solace
Times, every now and then, I wrestle for time to begin in solitude where I am in so I might look deep within. In silence I can hear clear echos of what I hold dear. They reverberate so near where in my heart appears. To make sense of sound where alone I have found, to…
Appropriate Anger
“Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” (Ephesians 4: 26-27 KJV) The beach against the tide has nowhere it can hide. Were it a soul against spite, mercilessly the spite derides. For those without sight or those who can’t fight mercy pleases God’s eyes as we offer…
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…
Gracious Thoughts, A Poem For You All
Southern nights are under the same sky that covers us all. Stars seen by all eyes. How uncommon that we’d have in common things that bind not spoken of so often. You don’t know how my trenches run deep. Or no matter what how your words I will keep. Did you not know feelings show…
Hindsight’s Sight
Forget please do the tumultuous storms. Leave behind what from our regret’s born. I would not be what I have forgot, but I try and see that which I am not. A learned person looks back to discover with their passions that which to recover. Leave behind what regret finds. Open your eyes, not stuck…
If Not By Day
If by day I am sane then I cry how profane. I’m a dull, starved and unexceptional sort of man. I seek nights where my mind wanders away and you it finds. You are smiling at the way I talk. If I would stutter you’d shrug it off. I’d be perfect if not for the…
