I Know You

I know you as me before when smile it lies ignored. Dive into it through me, see identity sore breathe. I’m not happy to think when seen once more is me again. I my patience, if left behind, calls emotion to burn inside. I know you, you are fine. A discourse an eye hides. Can’t…

In My Nature

I eviscerate cloth, it worn on skin, so I can see hid my beast within. ** Immaculate sky rules me in day. While demon in night I try slay. *** Dragon, tiger, I do taste a blood; a truth not seen in whom I love. *** Naked in front a place I lay blame, it…

This Passing Life

Things that make me
happiest I conceive of
are longing embraces
with an innocent love. I’ve been strangled I,
my suffocating crime,
I have tried resuscitate in an err in my mind.

A Breath Of Flame

A pop a crack of fire it burns as learn of lies I hear do turn. I first believed in what I heard from a voice it false I learned. Part of me I’m torn between what ears hear to what is seen. A battle sets it my soul on fire. From day to day…

As I Bleed

I try to think with you here, have I felt my heart so clear? I hear strikes, bolts in heaven, strike the earth, words do leaven. I describe it so emotion grows; I burn objects seizing my soul. Noise, hypocrisy swallows a space inside you tears, words not erased. Arson my sin is from blinded…

Art Of Destruction

No need for alarm my truth’s volatile bomb mangled facade gone; bid it adieu urge along. Search in an essence, which is ever present, I harbor not pleasant truths of me I resent. Check off my routines, one by one define me. Beyond what is seen, I wasn’t what I seemed. Some things I destroy…

Brain Therapy: My Disasterous Relationship Vol. 2

Shattering the silence, came your voice in night. Blinded by your nuances shine bright did your light. *** Rescuing my misdirection I ventured after my journey through this twisted existence scorned by my own learning. *** That the world forgives not those weak and who’re fraught by misfortune of their own and by things they…

The Web Our Mind’s Weave

The purpose of you is to cling. To the structures of man and collect. The crawling and flying bloodsuckers which in my leisure my comfort they effect. A purpose and a circle. How hideous yet amazing you do work. In tedious fashion you weave a tapestry of excriminate and in night lurk. I am amazed…

While In Solace

Times, every now and then, I wrestle for time to begin in solitude where I am in so I might look deep within. In silence I can hear clear echos of what I hold dear. They reverberate so near where in my heart appears. To make sense of sound where alone I have found, to…

The Blindness Of Pride

“Pride is the parent of destruction, pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.” -Anne Rice I shudder to try and address those whom would confess they do not possess regret for subjecting truth to duress. Pride at times is useful unless it is not truthful. Pride can make lies usual; burying…

Night Vision

See the colors how they change. Perception is forever vain. So pleasing is such art. God’s mural we’re a part. Do we see ourselves a part? In the black of the dark? Granted sight from up above. Cloaked we are touched by love. Decide I do what to see through filters not of me. Just…