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 Time Is Never Returned

I have been there. Aghast with shock and horror. In cages I’ve found myself. The floor I laid there many morrows. Pits of despair where men would seemingly bury each other. For amenities that would fancy even kin who disavow their brothers. For cages of steel and iron change the perception of the mind. Linger…

Brain Therapy: Disasterous Relationship Vol. 1

I evoke a distaste for air when I dream and you’re there. I have left a many people but for you I do not even care. I changed my life, my soul for all under your control. Countless nights on patrol for nights that took their toll. Coldness and confusion you did what you obviously…

Where Day & Night Begin

Be true be specific, what it is you do I know. Be who you are dear not what you put on for show. Don’t wait any longer for your sail bends a westerly wind, sending you off chasing where day and night they do begin.

Revealed

I am a vision of steam in some vacuum seen as a westerly stream. It’s a scene so serine. Of an encampment born of souls who do mourn. A little space now torn for your grace you adorn. All eyes will hypnotize you into a sea of lies. Lest Lucifer connived and your soul set…

Through These Eyes

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and diamonds in mud are found. The world makes sense in coves and tulips. And her…

When Despair Left Me

I can remember when the sun never shined. When the earth was stale when I ought to have been blind. Every movement every turn of the head, found the black of night and the slumber left my bed. I pretend to practice righteousness but the world has taught me not. Especially when I give thought…

My Bedside Table

Greetings my fellow bloggers. When I first started this site I didn’t expect the direction I was going would go anywhere. I took some classes in college pertaining to journalism and there was some part of me that wanted to stay true in that vein. Yet over time the words I wrote about current events…

Buried Within

I can’t remember when last I saw her. All I can say is my mind it offers. A place for her to dwell deep inside where pain with her thought does subside. Is it common to think so often that eyes are useless and the mind a coffin? It began and ends when my cheek…