Calamity Amongst Us

Toxic clouds, consuming egos; we need a little understanding by those who wield authority but obedience they’re commanding. I have accepted my place here but struggle against strong tides. I wake every day to sleep walk led to and from by tunes that lie. Drinking from the river sustains but lethal toxins introduced taint rhetoric…

Your Splendid Dawn

As the night fades away, I see it turn it’s corner. Day it does slowly draw attention to it’s borders. Where the day and night meet in their gentle calm. No words can describe it. Nor any pictures drawn. Known to me is inside how my mind conjugates what I see and how I feel;…

Time’s Binding Travel

Molded in bodies of passion, brought crying in sinners’ hands, created we are fashioned in wombs under time’s demands. Self-restraint time does temper with vision, sound and taste. This world we are made enter, is at times a heartless place. Callus are the palms that set us in our mothers’ arms. Time has rend us…

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…

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…

Speaking Stares

Nothing can compare to word speaking stares that find us right where we’re caught unaware. I’ve seen a place my mind won’t erase. Emblazzened ways left from your face. You need not draw in words what I saw. I’m now enthralled by life under your law. I do such for me, so paper can set…

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….

Death Makes Us Kin

I’m far from being damn special. Yet the reaper finds I’m acceptable. Let coldness for it be reciprocal, it brings us all to be connectable. Berate fellow souls we should not for we can see our common spot. In large fields of tombstone lots we’ll be what the earth has forgot. The grave’s our common…