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…

Never Again

I’m complicated but connected to a place where all is so clear. Where I can lay waste trouble by reveling in your eyes my dear. Hide your eyes quickly now so that I might not fall in too deep. The things that I would hide I might set them upon your feet. It’s too late…

Suture

You put me under the knife for repair. I stop for a moment in the mirror I stare. My hands grasp the sink I wipe the mirror clouded by the steam so I can see clearer. Am I really so different now than I was before? I try to move my feet but stuck I…

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…

What The Eyes Don’t See

Complex as is the cosmos and unique as if one’s finger prints. What eyes see is in no such way half of what true beauty really is. Magnificent ways do surround, from a mind’s splendid sound. If the blind brought sight then this would be what is found. I found this artwork online by George…

What The Moon Teaches

I turn my head to the sky, often dumbfoundedly shocked that we are creatures small; the moon reminds we forgot. Ever there so seemingly peer does the moon from the sky. Underneath it we are chaotic; short-lived with dieing light. What need of us does a sphere, who is constant upon its watch, the answer…

The Day Gentleness Dies

Once there was definition to that which once was honor. Mother earth has dominion over man that is upon her. Once man did discover, once man did search souls, man has dug into the earth; yet all was a search for gold. As time winds so constant different means it supplies. Yet at the core…

A Journey Of Discoveries

No need of words now that a look has captured. No need of sound now. Such things have raptured. Delivered unto the earth, returned up into the sky. No confusion all is clear and my view is so divine. I have delved deep inside, I have found myself well. So I return back unto the…

Addicted

*** Never could I project a beautiful notion without such an innocently born devotion. It may indeed be the part of my brain addiction has known to be places I remain. Your thoughts are where there is solace, that slay the pain inside and do call us. To think ideas that become like addictions to…

Having A Heart

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