I Know You

I know you as me before when smile it lies ignored. Dive into it through me, see identity sore breathe. I’m not happy to think when seen once more is me again. I my patience, if left behind, calls emotion to burn inside. I know you, you are fine. A discourse an eye hides. Can’t…

A Truth With You

I no immortal feel day’s grip. Night to day I in the real live. A river my lip I touch quells a thirst desire truth you tell. Autumn light, changed night under I a sky I need a respite. Sleep I in tune with reality it’s hours covered by lies in a mist. Scattered lies…

Me In The End

Violet ashes collide with wind so stern. Color in what burns begs me to it learn. Laying in waste fire it deprives oxygen from molecules life freed replete of sin. Heat my judgment I see I lay to a waste others’ feelings I try slow my ego’s pace. I must see past me a beauty…

My Fear Of Me

My method madness, I turn to burning sun that penetrates a skin mine I wear for some. *** I want to be a sight in eyes that scan through a pleasing gaze to see that what does amuse. *** A version of me change I do so you can approve of my interjection into your…

Your Pious Priest

Don’t say you love everyone. Such poison on your sly tounge. What do think of me I see you the type person inside not truth. You came to me in a depression. A pious priest for your confession. You can’t hide it, for I’ve seen hell. Parlayed devils; I inside sin dwell. Be imperfect it…

Secrets You Keep

I can not begin pry, in your well hid eye, that lays deep inside comfort from a lie. You’ve begun I stay to ponder your way. Games you will play, hiding inner shame. What would be bad, if truth you did have, sprung forth so glad if such you had had? No wisdom for now…

Truth’s Soldier

There are crossroads, we come to a tension from our path’s trail exhaling fiery fiction. Do you really believe in what we had found? My heart pumps left me guess at no sound. I need to know what I do to tame the flames of what exactly you do feel so I can feel same….

What The Hell Am I Doing

I’ve a confession I am a contorter of the light. I manifest colors for my mind to take flight. What will I illuminate in my inclination’s wry sense of humor morbid perspective in my eyes? I shutter to not give in to the bitter aspect for a better part of myself; paths for to me…

Will You Sleep Well?

I see in the sunlight but I can’t see right. I hear the air slight as you speak tonight. Can you please tell where I should dispel the myths I spin tale so I might sleep well. You know it all now so please show how you translate to vow your word’s so proud. You…

The Importance Of Diversity

It is sad but the truth is that here now today we do not respect one another as we should. The rancor of hate has no better example than what took place in New Zealand this week. In case you haven’t heard, over 49 lives were taken by a madman with a gun. I know…

25 Years Ago My Best Friend Wrote This…

Often times one looks back on the way they once were. This was written by my best friend in Middle School which for me was 25 years ago. The truth here can hardly be denied. I feel there is some resonance here and is in itself quite witty for an 8th grader to write. That…

The Bullshit

Seemingly cliche is a lifeless exterior form that deviates the ways of what is the known. I’ll be there between the picture painted I am complex in a hole where forms often lie. I look up at the fan I am as if a phoenix burn this cycle of rhetoric because I came to learn.

Sunshine Blogger Award Nod

Laura has nominated me for my second Sunshine Blogger Award as she herself has been. Click on her name to be re-directed to her site. Laura is fun and is living her life unapologetically and she should indeed be proud of herself for being an engaging blogger who writes about many different topics. I would…

Your Splendid Dawn

As the night fades away, I see it turn it’s corner. Day it does slowly draw attention to it’s borders. Where the day and night meet in their gentle calm. No words can describe it. Nor any pictures drawn. Known to me is inside how my mind conjugates what I see and how I feel;…

What’s Normal?

For some the word, “normal” is used to describe the things they understand. For me it’s normal to not understand a damn thing.

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…

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…

Words Off The Brain

So bold so intertwined. The inertia opens minds. Freudian slips serve well upon honesty that compels. Slide thoughts off tops of notions don’t stop. Be blunt be direct sew life no regret. Be true to thine-self be simple forget all-else. Sleep well my friend. No regret to hold in. All is vain still the same…

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…

Perfection’s Reflection

Beside yourself,you know yourself. You can chill yourself to the bone.Introspection might bind you all alone. How much can you withstand?From your soul dredging sweeps.Does it keep your head from slumber orwhen no one’s looking make you weep? This kind of reflection and deep introspection,make imperfections thaw.Be not afraid to look in the mirror nowbecause…

Fly Free

What is perceived depends on the eyes. Motives from within differ from those outside. A soul can be known by their words you read. Beneath none is ever what you expect them to be. I stand in the town square grabbing the center pole. Being what I’ve come to be there is nothing else I…

Unveiling The Heart

For the eyes for the heart, behold the night the sun will part. Scan the horizon you can’t see without sunlight what light frees. Understand a voice in response to you. Apply the tenants of the good and true. Take a chance leave spite behind. Set free enmity expand your mind. Finish the drive set…