That Which Seeps In

The river runs swiftly with no care. If conflict flows deep it does bring despair. Deep into ground water seepingly absorbs in soil then down in under ground hoards. Making great caves formed over time. In those moments no sunshine it finds. Yet it moves and rocks it does smooth. Underneath facades; must resonate truth….

Sober Tendencies

I broke the book. Underneath I took an innocent look. It raptured and shook. Starving for more, as angels did emplore, turning to the door my mind did ignore. I reached for bottles earnestly in full throttle. For pictures of sanity I am not a lucid model. Softness is a drug, love a pill to…

Resuscitatingly Beautiful

Even when I was twenty I never chased or played the games youth should to find their soul’s place. Escape I did in bottles hid under my bed under my head. Found I did a grave soon so my living soul became dead. Saw pretty faces everywhere but my countenance stayed on the path that…

A Sentiment For The Queen

I find that I despair in certain circumstances; cut scene, curtains! I may draw only what I see because real differs to me. I’m peculiar but I hate not; I won’t forget eyes I sought. The other day and last night, now the bough it breaks not. Told I did her truth in a note….

Whispers Of Vipers

I ask her how many faces she has in her bag. She roughly emotes introspective thoughts had. I can not recall a moment before now thinking so clear but I remember how. Everything changes as do whispers ear to ear. Truth is revealed only to turn and disappear. Care should I what human err reflections…

Someone’s Daughter

Let me exude sympathies, let me pour out my simple heart. I work my words respectfully in kind and in part. That soon comes thoughts of whom we as people are. Not for some superficial essence of lust that superficially spars. At odds I’ve been with how the world works and goes. Yet one thing…

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…

Insipid Mockingbird

Vapid change in air makes you change your song, and you’ve been singing all the day so long. I wish I could project exactly the right words. Though these lines to me give comfort sound absurd. The sounds come from within from feelings. As I lay in bed I stare up into the ceiling. I…

What I Need Know

I can imagine that you can imagine quite a bit. You engaged in actions that left passages subtlety lit. That would guide the naive, me particularly right in, from the start to the end where it seems it begins. Your guile, wit and charm serve well and you quip fast. But what does your logic…

C.M.

This world gets tired again, my soul it does seek asylum. My mind it starves for her eyes and seeks to define them. Quite the journey it has been watching her walk in and out of my presence now and again all the while my heart is devout. I’ve written song after song since first…