Searching Night

In this world, beauty sweet, it fades away; beneath feet. My surrender, isn’t so weak. In eye a tear is a strength. My tears my dear they fall upon lips as my bed calls. Seen clearly hurt screams yet in heart calm streams. Search night with a candle I ask myself if it I can…

Chaos Your Sanity

Shelter you seek to hide; forces cold from outside. Facing fear to reckon it but you turn; and it forget. Noncompliant, an anecdote, you try create a place remote. How dare it, what is faced, ask you for a full embrace. Who do you think you are? To dismiss it a person’s heart. Dancing flame…

Brutal Honesty: Rebellion’s Trip

Storms around I look and see might as well be a raging sea. Look how I don’t go for the ground. It is routine the irreverence found. I’m a taught straight laced trip. Except for rebellion I do sip. It boils and tests my nerves. Maybe that’s what I deserve. Now you can see me…

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…

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…

Of My Creation

I rip down the blinds hoping just to find the sun as it does shine revealing I’m not blind. What has been here or in front of me disappeared as I waste my tears on dreams that never appear. Shall I dream to drown sadness in me I’ve found so I might find ground to…

About Face

The open air does stimulate me to move in such ways. Past the vile instances of human nature put on display. I shall stay and declare now what accomplishments showed. I am quite old now a days, treat me with caution to behold. For what you see is a battle that I wage with the…

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…

Rest For Our Souls

The world it does reveal and destroy; it has certainly changed this boy. When life conspires to take your joy flight or fight ways we must employ. I have stood to fight the good fight with all my strength, will and might. My preachers they were not right, fighting often is not quite so polite….

While In Solace

Times, every now and then, I wrestle for time to begin in solitude where I am in so I might look deep within. In silence I can hear clear echos of what I hold dear. They reverberate so near where in my heart appears. To make sense of sound where alone I have found, to…

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a casual strut. I’m proud so I dig deep beneath empty graffitied streets. The reality; laborious…

Seek Within

I ask the sky why do you allow, in your expanse familiar clouds? Will my mind bend at your whim? Where you start; a place with no end. So I walk miles in an upright style. In your watch look what defiled. You are constant should I follow you? I can’t be there where once…

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…

What The World Can Not Touch

In the light all I do can be seen. Thankful am I for times I can dream. All the weight the world can compile can hold down and even the strongest defile. The chaotic winds chill the purest souls, toss us about at times beyond control. So hard we try trying to touch the sky….

Are We Enough

Masks and fancied montages serve to hide personal facades. Why do we let ourselves abuse our own ways we secretly choose? Am I enough worthy of enough of one’s secrets from another’s touch? What the world, what we let it see. Is not quite like what we seem to be. We act strong like the…

Dropping Knives Into Tides

Some people I knew could cut deep into me. I bid them slide off the beach returning to the sea. I would run marathons. I would breath deep. Pondering the knives that rip into people’s sheets. Me I quickly I go to that inspiring place. To where I save face onward in stoic pace. Where…