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 strait laced trip. Except for rebellion I do sip. It boils and and tests nerves. Maybe that’s what I deserve. Now you can see me…

A Shelter Of Words

Placate me maybe today; maybe words could erase sadness that’s on my face. Faith I have in your ways. It is in your abilities, use your logic to see. Past the complexity you say I tend to be. The strife we’ll dispel by stories we do tell. We’ll say we are well. Casting our own…

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…

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…

No Boundries Between Us

Half a world away, your exotic fanfare. If you are as I am are you even there? My mind leaves my body and dissipates. Swiftly in air from within I elevate. It takes me away to where you are. Across the globe no distance too far. Let’s go around this globe and fly above all…

A Requiem To Deterioration

Usually I post what’s going on in my life on this site. My work I’ve relinquished to sleuth.press Yet sometimes my life becomes intertwined with my manifestations of emotion. It’s just a feeling. It’s true and honest and yes, something I feel now and will forever. I guess I’m just deteriorating. I read your words…

One Of The Best Men I Know

As the world turns we find ourselves in the company of many different people. Everyone is unique and people have different ideas, experiences and personalities. My best friend is Anthony and I write this for him. He’s the ugly one on the right. Aside from his puppy dog face he is one of the most…

What Would We Be If We Were Incapable Of Loving Or Laughter

Einstein once said that coincidence was just God’s way of remaining anonymous.  Whether there is a God or not I am not sure. I envision an all knowing omniscient being would be saddened to see the world turn into what is has today.  I think there is a God and whether you believe in him…