Truth’s Soldier

There are crossroads, we come to a tension from our path’s trail exhaling fiery fiction. Do you really believe in what we had found? My heart pumps left me guess at no sound. I need to know what I do to tame the flames of what exactly you do feel so I can feel same….

Art Of Destruction

No need for alarm my truth’s volatile bomb mangled facade gone; bid it adieu urge along. Search in an essence, which is ever present, I harbor not pleasant truths of me I resent. Check off my routines, one by one define me. Beyond what is seen, I wasn’t what I seemed. Some things I destroy…

What The Hell Am I Doing

I’ve a confession I am a contorter of the light. I manifest colors for my mind to take flight. What will I illuminate in my inclination’s wry sense of humor morbid perspective in my eyes? I shutter to not give in to the bitter aspect for a better part of myself; paths for to me…

Will You Sleep Well?

I see in the sunlight but I can’t see right. I hear the air slight as you speak tonight. Can you please tell where I should dispel the myths I spin tale so I might sleep well. You know it all now so please show how you translate to vow your word’s so proud. You…

The Importance Of Diversity

It is sad but the truth is that here now today we do not respect one another as we should. The rancor of hate has no better example than what took place in New Zealand this week. In case you haven’t heard, over 49 lives were taken by a madman with a gun. I know…

25 Years Ago My Best Friend Wrote This…

Often times one looks back on the way they once were. This was written by my best friend in Middle School which for me was 25 years ago. The truth here can hardly be denied. I feel there is some resonance here and is in itself quite witty for an 8th grader to write. That…

Burn The Bullshit

Seemingly cliche is a lifeless exterior form that deviates the ways of what is the known. I’ll be there between the picture painted I am complex in a hole where forms often lie. I look up at the fan I am as if a phoenix burn this cycle of rhetoric because I came to learn.

Truth Be Told…

True to the tune that flows from freeing feelings that I feel let commence healing. I delve to the depths that never reach surface; where eyes can see for those who hurt us. I feel the ever fleeting air leave as I begin rise. Panic pillages my lungs when I find I don’t hide. So…

An Honest Note

I’m a friend of the dark where in night I embark. All that is left now is part of a dark macabre heart. I’ll travel twisting roads even if danger I suppose does travel as I now go from the shadow exposed. I enjoy the same things I manage to make scenes in my mind…

A Real Dimension

What pictures have you painted pretty where opposite’s true because truth is shitty? What you do and reveal to others I don’t know. I just see you for what to me that you do show. I’m such a microcosm, some larger part made, from pieces not perfect no shock I don’t behave. Your a proud…

What’s Normal?

For some the word, “normal” is used to describe the things they understand. For me it’s normal to not understand a damn thing.

I’ve Never Traveled Like This

I’ve traveled far beyond what most have seen on this earth we call host. Love do I this thing that I enjoy. Here in front of you I do rejoice. That you see me as I paint this realm. Upon the earth as if upon a ship’s helm. I steer in the water so many…

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…

Whispers Of Vipers

I ask her how many faces she has in her bag. She roughly emotes introspective thoughts had. I can not recall a moment before now thinking so clear but I remember how. Everything changes as do whispers ear to ear. Truth is revealed only to turn and disappear. Care should I what human err reflections…

C.M.

This world gets tired again, my soul it does seek asylum. My mind it starves for her eyes and seeks to define them. Quite the journey it has been watching her walk in and out of my presence now and again all the while my heart is devout. I’ve written song after song since first…

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…

A Blaze & A Fire

Obsequious motives move me now from inch to inch I am left stout. Want to know what it is about? It is what my bad dreams mount. An assault upon me so far serious but it has left me all but delerious. An assault upon me so far furious it’s left those we love in…

Like When I First Saw You

All the while my day’s gone. Twisted vision all day is torment. As I slip into oblivion I scream of the weakness my heart for rent. Lend me a eye or an ear so you may come as easily as go. You might even begin to know how deep my love for you grows. Would…

Lest I Drown

I never said to you no. That I felt it and let it go. Things you wouldn’t know inside me tend to grow. If archers strike correctly, if I tend speak indirectly. Ask would I come respectfully where we arrive ineffectually. Construct we can a bond let not my arms beyond where they grasp so…

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…

Set Truth Free

Lend me an ear please I need tame neurons firing deep inside my brain. To the brink I pray I’m found sane by those who could think the same. Of games that leave us perplexed. Of how our emotions get wrecked and our psyche they tend to effect. Let them leave not bitter aspects. Allow…

Virtues In Reality

Scholars teach me nothing of what my mind finds keen. Nuanced can be the scene of what I allow light to bring. Crashing high above the sky in thunderous chasms do lie vast explosions in vast supply seen not by the human eye. We paint our truthes in a hue, understood by what we knew,…

The Way We Loved

Travel did I once our road. Release did I my heavy load. Our story remains untold beyond what some suppose. A look speaks countless words in a language that gives birth to ideas others may find absurd. Ones between us that occurred. Such a bond is hard to break, we knew at the start the…

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…

A Rapid Pulse

Your memory’s quite a companion. With time they’ve turned phantom. It is a treasonous thought I abandon those feelings I felt I won’t feel them. A decade passed since I was betrayed, emotionally I almost found a grave. My pulse runs rapid now I’m scathed. Thinking things where I was enslaved. I ponder whether I…

The Blindness Of Pride

“Pride is the parent of destruction, pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.” -Anne Rice I shudder to try and address those whom would confess they do not possess regret for subjecting truth to duress. Pride at times is useful unless it is not truthful. Pride can make lies usual; burying…

Most Everyone’s Mad Here

Off with my head! As I spin in dread. From fantasies fed by the life I’ve led. All is but a dream. I watch stars gleam. By the tainted stream jaded I do scream. All but the planet lies. The hunger does drive things we do to survive and the truths we hide. In dreams…

Avenues Of Respite

So cruel can be the revolving day. Creating questions; coldness on display. Answers elude, leave bitter tastes. Control is illusion; cursing is a waste. Wake everyday, well earned slumber. Seeing obstacles, conspiring thunder. We loose people, ones we love the most. While other burdens use us as their host. Agony ridden friends, let not the…

My Bedside Table

Greetings my fellow bloggers. When I first started this site I didn’t expect the direction I was going would go anywhere. I took some classes in college pertaining to journalism and there was some part of me that wanted to stay true in that vein. Yet over time the words I wrote about current events…