In Your Atmosphere

I can see you turn into a person new while right in my eyes for me to view. Magic it dwells up in your atmosphere; you’re enlightened, gone now your fear. A look it stolen you can not help admire; those with the power to grow passion, fire. Don’t you wish it to be easy…

Under Repair

Construct we must at times us superior, while choices capably chosen show inferior. Grandiose fashion kin but unconfident within; see me seek deep now of what in me is a sin. It the all seeing sky it peeks around cloud I in my solace take time to see choices of mine. Imperfectly manifest I an…

Frost Bitten

Distant, I stir to mourn, all along paved stones, of what I want to call my picturesque home. My dreams they change and morph so I survive and tread ever forward leaving my pain behind. Yet stagnant is a motion I call from down below; because years bled dry optimism within bones. I’ve felt the…

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…

Sound Unto God

Resurect those of old, who we shunned eyes, for what we deemed so incongruently unwise. They say what was lost will be found over again in a perpetual cycle turn does this wheel it spin. I am not but whispers I have had myself in tales assail one ear to another making my bed jail…

Looking To The Sky

Been here a million times pondering why death came knocking at my door now I search to place the blame. I realize I can not disguise my part in it and not quit thinking the whys or lies as on this fair day as I sit. Looking in the mirror is so hard to do…

The Shroud

My dear friend do speak as if I’m a child. For truth evades me; and is measured miles. I am dead to truth. Mystified I perplexed my family and still I find I’m still wrecked. Was I tame before the shroud fell away? From my face lace gently singed it stays. Beneath is horror unwanted,…

Make Me Absolution

I could wallow and revel on a level take the handle. In my eyes light candles, strike a fell artistic anvil. Make me ways not done before make me absolution to rest upon my tired soul and take away my confusion. Forged not complete I go somewhere only you know. Illustrate peace for me grow…

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…

I Guess I’m Damned

Pride is spoken of in the Bible as a hindrance. There is an obvious conflict when one talks about pride. How can someone be both humble yet also confident without being prideful? There are times when I think of what I have power over and the reality is that I only have power over my…

My Aims My Place

Did I forget, let us talk about spaces where we plaster thoughts that a mind leaves traces. What would I convey, shall I subside in this way? I do not know this stage only my hallow common cave. I choose to peer at the sea from my perch. Not in shadows hide nor behind curtains…