Brain Therapy: My Disasterous Relationship Vol. 2

Shattering the silence, came your voice in night. Blinded by your nuances shine bright did your light. *** Rescuing my misdirection I ventured after my journey through this twisted existence scorned by my own learning. *** That the world forgives not those weak and who’re fraught by misfortune of their own and by things they…

Where Gilded Dreams Appear

Gilded dreams do appear, but the key to life is not here. Scattered thoughts do clear my somberness now to cheer. Standing back from the paper searching my words I do labor. It’s my confession to my savior. No more of, “I’ll think of it later.” Not suppressing I do create places where my mental…

Breathing Without Air

Bring out paper bring out pen too. Open your mind, see clear through. Through the room you currently occupy. Do not hesitate now, draw up not a lie. I want to see your mind function. Leave me clues leave no assumptions. It is a breath with not the air. I want to see your mind…

Long Distance Love

I situated myself upon trembling ground. A place so hollow never before being found. A safe distance allows feelings free. Found did I exactly what I’d be. If I allowed such a thing begin, would I feel alive once again? A mysterious game never before played. I could not refuse. I’m a rebel that way….

Passion’s Fraught Trip

What was made was made able. We will rise becoming stable. Sweat and tears tear at the seams; whisps of kindness help sew dreams. Drawing us out to fight the fight where we see our heart’s delight. This is called passion. When your work is driven by fervant gestures giving splendid vision. The world conspires,…

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…

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…

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…

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…