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…

My Love My Angel

Dreams are as if angels they keep the dark at bay. The dark tries seep in me your thought keeps it away. Maybe I should let it in. Maybe I should let it consume the void around me where here your not in my room. I can not give in to despair, not while your…

Comfort For The Thrill

In feckless manner I do emote my feelings I felt before and after you dear the hand me life has dealt. I have ridden upon the tracks at full born speed ignited and inspired fuel from the thrills I did need. My head I draw it now low caring not inquire the world. I now…

Addicted

*** Never could I project a beautiful notion without such an innocently born devotion. It may indeed be the part of my brain addiction has known to be places I remain. Your thoughts are where there is solace, that slay the pain inside and do call us. To think ideas that become like addictions to…

Mystically Healing Eyes

My mind is vexed as traces left from her shimmering eyes take hold and mysteriously come forth to heal that which I despise. Where I saw her stand, front and center with a fiery display, was magnificent to behold; her energy lingers and over me sways. Suddenly I’m transfixed, suddenly I question myself questions, that…

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…

Jubilant Beams Of Light

There’s space reserved today, this place where I misbehave. Could be a tiger in a cage. I can ramble as much as rave. My stare is a moment I say what the hell brought you this way? The wind is too unfamiliar and people here don’t fit your gaze. You see here I put up…

Like When I First Saw You

All the while my day’s gone. Twisted vision all day is torment. As I slip into oblivion I scream of the weakness my heart for rent. Lend me a eye or an ear so you may come as easily as go. You might even begin to know how deep my love for you grows. Would…