The Power We Weild

Tender is forlorn in a world of fire. This world’s chaos consumes all in ire. Softness is said to be a sign that’s weak. Yet moments of bliss in our minds we keep. Alleys that are found in cities of grandeur can sullen ones awe and beckon slander. The world is ablaze with hate that…

Remedy

Exercise 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 comfort…

Arisen Once More

There’s a chance I did what I swore I wouldn’t again do. I fell from my shroud in clouds at finding sweet sound in you. The path I now walk here on has tulips and iris there beside a path that my feet walk upon; it beckons what I hide inside. Expose me and reveal…

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…

A Taut Trip

The grey cloud that hangs over my head it took a turn down; planted me in my bed. I lie awake looking, lofty laughter rise above this microcosm madness defines what is my love. The chaos twisting tight and taut is string. I am ill solely fraught; ill-begotten ides sing. To the expanse and back…

Sudden Symphonies

What is it about her that draws me near now? By chance her trance found me clear and loud. It has been a long time since we became familiar. There is a part of me that yells at me, “Do you feel her?” Can you not see now that everyday mundane things have a patina…

Only Human

Inanimate objects have a place right along side my smiling face. They remind any kind of pace leaves trails that can be traced. Made deep are the treads there in muck where motion dares go so quick making us unaware that the living need some care. I’ve attempted to cipher logic I failed at that…

Our Slow Dance

A steady beat of drums and loud guitars calling upon you move your hips despite the heartache in the song. It’s a remembrance dance But the rhythm is good A somber slow move Bright spots flicker There is an opposite and remedy for dredged gloom. I find myself joyous in little harmonies found that bloom….

Single Celled Biopic Brain

I am sorry I’ve not met you or rather formally introduced. I am a small time song writer all’s free that I’ve produced. I want to scream from heights the subtle talks even fights or fits of laughter I’m so bright need I still your pretty light. The way a smile and stare go ours…