Psychosomatic Antics

Can you not see me now? Am I not one who bleeds? Psychosomatic antics I find myself on my knees. Here I find ink left behind left for prying eyes that I would like to project effects of this life which I call mine. I am pounding on paper ripping at filament thin organizing the…

A Taut Trip

The grey cloud that hangs over my head it took a turn down; planted me in my bed. I lie awake looking, lofty laughter rise above this microcosm madness defines what is my love. The chaos twisting tight and taut is string. I am ill solely fraught; ill-begotten ides sing. To the expanse and back…

Feed The Fire

In the hours of dawn when light goes down I scan the night long in this detested town. I in safely sanctuaries pray hard night keeps drawing out functions keeping me from sleep. I see you you creep in my mind and soak dry the calm and fire inside feed my needs to supply. Crack…

Mystery Blogger Award

It is an honor to be mentioned by a fellow writer in another piece. I wanted to format this mainly in pictures so as to not be so boring. Something different showing you me.

Mirror Mirror

I can’t continue on now. I can not begin pretend that I know the solutions for my struggle within. Blackness in the heart hides itself very well. Outside my projections hide what inside is hell. I reach inside a vat of my own making I believe structures I constructed they’re times I hardly see. I’m…

Sudden Symphonies

What is it about her that draws me near now? By chance her trance found me clear and loud. It has been a long time since we became familiar. There is a part of me that yells at me, “Do you feel her?” Can you not see now that everyday mundane things have a patina…

Only Human

Inanimate objects have a place right along side my smiling face. They remind any kind of pace leaves trails that can be traced. Made deep are the treads there in muck where motion dares go so quick making us unaware that the living need some care. I’ve attempted to cipher logic I failed at that…

Our Slow Dance

A steady beat of drums and loud guitars calling upon you move your hips despite the heartache in the song. It’s a remembrance dance But the rhythm is good A somber slow move Bright spots flicker There is an opposite and remedy for dredged gloom. I find myself joyous in little harmonies found that bloom….

Intimate View Of My Christmas Morn

I started up here. The zen from this special deck is captivating. Here you are master over this dominion with an extravagant view. We must enjoy our parts of the world that are under our control because life certainly is beyond our control. I seek calm and I would love to share this with you….

Single Celled Biopic Brain

I am sorry I’ve not met you or rather formally introduced. I am a small time song writer all’s free that I’ve produced. I want to scream from heights the subtle talks even fights or fits of laughter I’m so bright need I still your pretty light. The way a smile and stare go ours…