Defective Perceptions

It a defect it shows we but mere mortal. So let us wisp away in a celestial portal. My circuitry wired, my body is so tired, it aches along paths my heart not desires. What has led me its circuit it has flipped. I try grasp but I miss, my footsteps do slip. My heart…

In My Vicinity

I don’t judge you dear but rather I just discern what I allow to enter my inner circle of concern. I can only control that which my hands make. What others bring into my vicinity I do debate. I tired from where I toil do find rest in a solitude. Letting some too close is…

Specters

Love leaves sometimes victims strewn about when you forget to love who you are it without. It can be a routine my essence goes through. I want a supernatural different point of view. Stop chasing specters, love that needs passed, which I need to release as if dry sand in a grasp. Forward I go…

Casting My Spells In Hell

Touched incessant thing what beauty do you bring? Letters to myself I do sing in this humid taut spring. I can’t spell out words for this emotion I feel more than any other I’ve before as I sleep inches over floor. I think too much I tainted this picture I have painted for myself I’ve…

The Animal Inside

Our relations we do correlate in synapses in a mental state. See me now even before I think lashings that of demise. We cover faces in ribbons tie eyes to not see; us yell crucify. We beckon faith for sight to see; no dove are we above a breeze. Our affliction it’s underneath. Accept tainted…

Self-Educated Lessons

I built your image in words written down that served no justice so I burn them now. Maybe I’ll learn one day how I can behave at the sight mysteries buried in what you say. Lost is the cracking sparks of ember’s flash I feel the warming light kissing my face at last. What could…

Weeping To Wake Anew

I travel the woods alone, succumbed reverberation consumes my very being as I see my imagination. One with the stillness I move my feet ever along the brambles beneath me before long I am long gone. Consumed by shadow in the depths of darkness I look at what lay before me and question truth as…

Ravings Of A Sleuth

I pick apart the complexity that binds us in life together. I wrench out the pure moxy while I describe the weather. I put it into the stanzas so you might follow right along. Maybe my ambition is to put all vexation into a song. Line after line I give breath to the things tormenting…

Untangle Me

Dissected a thousand parts that are held together they stay to hold sway over me for you what I am I debate. May I be critiqued so that I may be a better part of me that is not flailing around as if a ship so tossed by seas. I am a problem you do…

By The Light Of Day And Night

Such a canvas we have dominion over. Such a sight that begs us move slower. Breathe in the air feel how it does kiss our face. Let us rejoice we are allowed to explore this place. If for a moment we can linger and consume; the tranquility will help forget our wounds. Remind nature does…

My Twilight Zone

I switch tones like channels inside this show of my own that stars my thoughts for me in my own twilight zone. I can not digress from the zig zagging I tend to confess about the way I’ve lived or how in life I’ve been put to the test. Some decisions made have to be…

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

Under The Rainbow

Coiled as if a spring tight and wound ready to release ramblings for my burden’s heavy. In woe I’ve examined of what all will see. The end of our light in life’s great journey. We are all of us kin by way of death I do think of my mortality; my grave in night dew….

Remedy

Exude me some sympathy. I am a runaway ricochet that runs every direction in confusion and disarray. I dream during the day my want is you here and near. You seep in my subconscious and alleviate all sudden fear. A dreamer I’m enlightened by your gentle and kind words that suddenly I slip away to…

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…

Blaming The Reaper

They say look at him now how he tries to work words. Tell him he has no meter and his words, how absurd. He speaks as if he knows how a true poet feels bleed from the heart rhythm and now from lines come speed. I hear them they are right but I know not…

As We Decompose

We fight in a fight now of reason and just cause. Because we fight this fight against our flaws. Everyday is a lonely lane that I do discover ends in a dead end that takes me to another. Solving the riddle of my own making it shakes me to my sore core so my hand…

Ready Your Trigger Finger

So many people live, so many people don’t. We must go fight fights that some people won’t. Those who believe in only peace and goodwill know the world they don’t now nor ever will. Privelage might blind while spoiled children have not lived in reality where you find villains. Greed and lust fester in our…

My Abode

In systematic functions that reside in my entity are complex imaginings that are familiar to me. I can’t put down my ways that I create for safe harbor. For some simple relief I form order as if an author. I paint pictures that soothe underneath little qualms that I debate with myself salting a little…

Things I Tell Myself

For my pacification I do supply suppositions to dance with my concerted effort, lost in my night, to take hold and revel in delight. In my reflections I ponder my haven. Those who left me are mistakened they’re not those of great persuasion; from deep inside I have awakened. I find myself bruised not destroyed….

Having A Heart

I was heartbroken that my heart hurt so; but I am glad to know that I have one to hurt.

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…

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…

God For A Day

Breathe in I still do through and out my mouth come and go words speaking in silence right now. It is easy to imagine figments of my imagination pouring down on paper bringing forth machinations. In this blank space empty of any familiar sounds, I will write myself in then out of calamity abound. Adventures…

I Guess I’m Damned

Pride is spoken of in the Bible as a hindrance. There is an obvious conflict when one talks about pride. How can someone be both humble yet also confident without being prideful? There are times when I think of what I have power over and the reality is that I only have power over my…

Gears Of Mine

I was listening to the “Glitch Mob” when I thought of this. I’m heartbroken over the loss of a friend’s confidence in me but I was listening to the song, “Keep On Breathing.” Off of their album, “Seeing Without Eyes.” If you haven’t heard of the Glitch Mob, well now you have. It sounds better…

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….

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…

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…

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…