Reign Over Me

Here for satisfaction, lessons in pain rather fall down in my spot; I’ve my own disaster. So rampant memory it falls down onto me. Cleanse does not now our glib made history. I can think of so many times I would change systems in my nature, frequency in my brain. Turned hallow have it placed…

Where I’ll Never Return

I have some ghosts, whisps as if smoke, in my mind awoke to fly out my throat. Search and unwind I do over some time heal where I’m blind and I see what I find. Where I’ve learned, which me concerns, in memory it burns I will never return. Places sewn safe by understanding I…

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…

Regret Is A Forest

A cadence unknown may it lift you up. How you could feel control it you must. Where the unknown trembles the soul and leaves confidence void of steady feet; stumble we will to sounds off beat yet without chances not knowing consumes. Better we follow our heart’s longings or our identity is what we didn’t…

When Despair Left Me

I can remember when the sun never shined. When the earth was stale when I ought to have been blind. Every movement every turn of the head, found the black of night and the slumber left my bed. I pretend to practice righteousness but the world has taught me not. Especially when I give thought…

An Obstinate Muse

The future it came, not its master am I. Here I might shatter but I will not comply. Subservient musings, here I stand amazed. I will note the notion see how a pen behaves? Wrought bitter aspects did newness require. Shout at clouds I will as the day slowly expires. Will I be enough to…

Words Off The Brain

So bold so intertwined. The inertia opens minds. Freudian slips serve well upon honesty that compels. Slide thoughts off tops of notions don’t stop. Be blunt be direct sew life no regret. Be true to thine-self be simple forget all-else. Sleep well my friend. No regret to hold in. All is vain still the same…

On What We Dwell

Morning dew upon my brow, soft sinews bring softness out. All pride self consuming, as time is sharply looming. Is the world blind to the kind? Will the mind remember in time? Of the times as warmth champions winning fights over spite’s ramblings. Do we hold close innocent time or do we brood over anger…

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…

Fully Automatic Heart

I can’t believe I’m doing this. This one hurts a little and is a little dark. I sweared to myself to never share this. It seems my trip down memory lane had me sifting through some old notebooks. In them, amongst copious notes of Lord Of The Rings, and I mean hundreds of pages worth,…

A Hand Reaches Back, The Blindness Of Pride

Sometimes my wisdom must pull my pride back to reality and it asks me… Have you walked where I’ve walked? Have you tread where I have tread? Have you seen what I have seen? Have you bled what I have bled? Dragging feet through the thick snow, traversing the peaks of the highest cliff, staring…

Escaping Death Four Times Leaves A Bitter Taste

How I find myself here sitting on the side of my bed writing this would make any atheist believe in God. It is the only logical explination that can be made after evaluating the experiences I’ve been through for a large portion of my life. In hindsight it is very vexing why we choose the…

All Wings Tear

Quite a nice place it seems where whispers beg us to dream. Different are the sentiments the broken sing as they fly upon tired and fractured wings. Their grasp of sober judgement went where the last vice was spent. So must be the torment of a broken soul’s lament. So the tattered look to the…

When You Dance With The Devil The Devil Doesn’t Change But You Do

Do we really have power over our demons and agony? Those things which slip into our minds as we gradually drift off to sleep? Regret, embarrassment, physical and mental trauma may linger within us for all of our lives. The decisions we make in life affect our overall well being when those decisions involved were…