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…

Sordid Affliction

I’ve seen it all before. The dance of attraction. I’ve laughed thousands of times same reactions. I noticed your smile is now brighter than before so as I think back on it; I think I want to see more. But I stop to also think, where I find I can sew, the softer side of…

Ill Made Perceptions

It is important to note that I wrote this two years ago today. I have been lucky to overcome some obstacles but I have to remember where I was so that I remember to never go back to the dark place I was in. **** The bottle it calls me by name to blot out…

The Path With You

When I think of you my pulse explodes. Now that I’m thinking it my fear erodes. Seashells crumble beneath under feet. Pain finds me not when I walk your beach. The path to you is so delicately laid by the hue shown down from a blue sky. Beams of light and splendid soft sights they…

About Face

The open air does stimulate me to move in such ways. Past the vile instances of human nature put on display. I shall stay and declare now what accomplishments showed. I am quite old now a days, treat me with caution to behold. For what you see is a battle that I wage with the…

Resurrecting Vision

I heard what you said now it moves my head birthing ides I do dread. My heart is empty fed. Once you did hypnotize back when I was surprised by your wit you supplied in times when others lie. My enchantments blinded the fact you are divided, of which you had decided, at the very…

Blood We All Have Bled

Your symphony is fed by blood you have bled, and accolades you seek pop inside your head. Call your subjects to court. The bannerman and jesters. Those your eyes will never see. Now the isolation festers. Fear not lonely friend, though you may try again. To entertain the thoughts that let loneliness begin. None can…