Lest I Drown

I never said to you no. That I felt it and let it go. Things you wouldn’t know inside me tend to grow. If archers strike correctly, if I tend speak indirectly. Ask would I come respectfully where we arrive ineffectually. Construct we can a bond let not my arms beyond where they grasp so…

Avenues Of Respite

So cruel can be the revolving day. Creating questions; coldness on display. Answers elude, leave bitter tastes. Control is illusion; cursing is a waste. Wake everyday, well earned slumber. Seeing obstacles, conspiring thunder. We loose people, ones we love the most. While other burdens use us as their host. Agony ridden friends, let not the…

Underneath The Skin

There are times when we look back. We see burdens strapped to our backs. The capacity for vision can’t be found. So we must put both feet on the ground. But what I see as the day creeps slowly by, at times softness can sustenance not supply. So I tear out my cordially met manners….

The Vicious Animal Within

Exerting strength as each day passes by, leaves weary passengers flying miles. Enthralled passions come in many fashions. Everyone’s different requiring compassion. For hearts strive in differing ways to survive. To keep them well and to keep dreams alive. If we should seek out the corrosive strife forfeiting kindness causes a tenuous life. So delicate…

Irreverent Imagination

Beat your feet upon the pavement. Fuel your mind with any arrangement. Assuage your rage even if peculiar don’t be a subject ruled by some Ruler. Colors in your mind so clear. Revolve in around those you’re near. No one can take from you your imagination; do what you do. Cause a ruckus like no…

Where The Heart Bleeds

I saw a man, bones shown through his skin. I said a prayer for the pain that never ends. The tears fall on cold cement streets. Those cold places where the heart bleeds. Dreams lay bear, they separate and cry for some reason why some dreams die. Eyes turn away what logic won’t face. This…

Writing Out Sorrow

When I was a child I could be enticed by the sway of every empty insecure vice. Cold side-streets that I’ve walked alone; found did I a vessel to call my home. Every room I ventured I heard voices emplore. Screaming and weeping behind heavy doors. Everywhere around where weeping dwelled, people did despair. So…

Modus Operandi

There are some who are driven by lust. It’s human nature to be driven by such. Here in the dark I am calm, not asleep. My head runs wild for my soul to keep. From friendship flames rise up with no disguise; Tender and gently my heart opens at it’s supply. So much do I…