Where Time Is Never Returned

I have been there. Aghast with shock and horror. In cages I’ve found myself. The floor I laid there many morrows. Pits of despair where men would seemingly bury each other. For amenities that would fancy even kin who disavow their brothers. For cages of steel and iron change the perception of the mind. Linger…

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…

Escaping In Ink

I realize not so easily is the trek to please me. My mind moves in speed. Doubt do I the need to see. A chance at gleeful bliss. Friction shook, mind’s amiss. So I float freely escape, seize chances to evaporate. Loose myself on the page; air comes in beneath shade. Down below when friction…

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…

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…

Escaping To My Secret Place

I found my home. Not so far away as I had expected but far enough. Someplace different that would lend perspective to my dull daily routine. I lie here in this place thinking of that different place. How I got so cold is still unraveling in front of me. Could it be this dreary town,…

Not Made To Be Alone (Love Changes Completely)

From some place within me buried beneath sadness and pain, is a coffin that calls me friend. Its from the past; called by many names. Fear and uncertainty are common residents. There is anger that resides there as well. Such things grasp at me from within. The coffin is a desolate place where I fell….

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…

Blame Bloodies The Feet

Blame is like revolving moving only to go nowhere, There I found a low place by shattering vessels I threw there. There I learned nothing my anger is like glass on the floor, I removed my shoes of discernment so now my pain is so much more. I threw down what I fancied that which…

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…