Memories I’ve Let Go

I want to look back a few years retreat to the past so I can hold feet to a heat. Slowly I burn I can see faces in a glow. As I pass away I’m beyond my control. I’d like to thank all my old friends now. I’m glad I do not see your rancor…

Aortic Arc

When I’m comatose need I do you a dose. If dark it comes close your memory’s a rose. Vegetative I breathe your perfume seeps into me now I sleep as memory I do reap. My heart seems part of some aortic arc. I try move it to start so rustic and in dark. I am…

Thrills Love Can Be

I want to try to bring others to intently sing this and that everything that passion careens. For the depths that rise passing from feet to eyes leave us wholly surprised; bringing to us love alive. Though love is but states of mind we tend to create when we drown self hate we need others…

When Despair Left Me

I can remember when the sun never shined. When the earth was stale when I ought to have been blind. Every movement every turn of the head, found the black of night and the slumber left my bed. I pretend to practice righteousness but the world has taught me not. Especially when I give thought…

Serving To Pacify

Are you going to leave this open space in me? Now you make me see now what I can truly be. Educated I already am with knowing true bliss a myth. You supplied to pacify this. You did so with your kiss. If you drift away so sublime search in time I’ll try to find…

A Rapid Pulse

Your memory’s quite a companion. With time they’ve turned phantom. It is a treasonous thought I abandon those feelings I felt I won’t feel them. A decade passed since I was betrayed, emotionally I almost found a grave. My pulse runs rapid now I’m scathed. Thinking things where I was enslaved. I ponder whether I…

Buried Within

I can’t remember when last I saw her. All I can say is my mind it offers. A place for her to dwell deep inside where pain with her thought does subside. Is it common to think so often that eyes are useless and the mind a coffin? It began and ends when my cheek…

Making Memories

In the morning and in night’s black, we stay the same in all life’s little acts. We are the extras; actors on a stage. Inquire I the future, like a studious sage. I plot my course for the way to it now. Though butterfly wings bring futures down. Calculate the venture in accordance with time….

On What We Dwell

Morning dew upon my brow, soft sinews bring softness out. All pride self consuming, as time is sharply looming. Is the world blind to the kind? Will the mind remember in time? Of the times as warmth champions winning fights over spite’s ramblings. Do we hold close innocent time or do we brood over anger…

Where I Retreat

Watch I do the masses celebrate. I can’t comply I will not commiserate. I will withdraw to my place and draw. What my mind while in darkness saw. The embattlements that I have battled would make any soul become sadly rattled. So I retreat so I can serve to stand on my feet. Away from…

Howling At The Moon

Have I died enough to stave off nights I’ve cried, you in my thoughts? I remember when you gazed at me and said that I am one; not just a talking head. I remember when nights, the thought of you. Thoughts of holding tight in nights I never slept through. Would I be one you’d…

As If I Were Dreaming

The morning my mind when love I did find, is still frozen in time. Before then I was blind. I remember she was wild, spirited, sentimental guile. Far more familiar with life far more than I just a child. As I search my mind to describe her in kind, it seems all too clear it…

Taking The Baton

Fluid rhythm with flowing gentle tone. All of my faculties, fit you for a throne. You will find that I tried to set you free. I would shatter wind if you wished it to be. If any tune or tone is not what you can stand, I’d take up the podium, steady it with my…

If Not By Day

If by day I am sane then I cry how profane. I’m a dull, starved and unexceptional sort of man. I seek nights where my mind wanders away and you it finds. You are smiling at the way I talk. If I would stutter you’d shrug it off. I’d be perfect if not for the…

A Kin To Love Again

These pictures on the page they aren’t the same. Like when you say and speak my name. — The rapture is real it’s all I feel. Spread arms in a field suddenly life’s a big deal. — The feeling is kin to what I feel again. Under my skin you, my dearest friend. — Reminiscing…