Under a canopy of green and grey.Here youth fought and some stayed. Leaving innocence and life behind. For fields of thunder where evil mines. Reaping hate from love here starts. Forever changing humanities giving hearts. Rows of Crosses, stars and crescent moons. Under earthen blankets like deaths teeth fields festooned. Why come you far from […]Read more "War "
“Warn me”You wrote before is was born, these pages of my life. Each of the victories, and the strife. You knew of my wants and each loss, And my needs. Couldn’t you have warned me, Some actions, would cause me bleed. Each page you filled with paths I’d choose. Callouses I’d form, friends I’d lose. […]Read more "Warn me"
It’s only cold if you are standing still.So run with me against winters chill. Don’t listen to night’s whispering winds. If you stop for them, I might lose you friend. It’s only cold if you are standing still. See this here, breath from my lips, the cold is real. Hold my hand, move, while my […]Read more "Only cold"
Once before I knew what I wanted to do.When skies filled with marvelous winged things. Where tree branches bent like bows carrying invisible arrows. To walk the surface of untrod worlds and see home from beyond the horizon. Yesterday filled with all my tomorrows till they became today. Failures and fixes, burst dreams in realities […]Read more "Forgotten dreams, not"
2017Angry is the finish to seventeen’s year. Fresh with Vitriolic winds of foul political discourse castigating intellect. Career ending Pungent recollections of deplorable sexual aggression. Hate spilled into musically exited throngs gathered on a Vegas lawn. Returning again only to empty pews of Spirit filled faithful with evils chill. Pedestrians dodging misguided zealot fools, evils […]Read more "2017"
Hearing the echo of each shot, feeling nothing but the sound.Here, lying on this damp ground, praying hates bullets will not in me be found. Hoping faith continues to hide me from evils assaults, blood my life already bought. Hobbled by sins repeated beating against my heart, kneeling, prayers start. Holding onto this scream, as […]Read more "Recurring dream"
Just before sleep claims another, I listen for the footsteps of my mother.Dreams filter between the prayers and praise, leaving me longing for day. Each lid now pressed bringing temporary rest, as my inner sight takes flight. Skipping across methane pools on worlds filled with jewels, beating beasts with bare hands. Traumatized in a waking […]Read more "Dream flight"