-
A need I’ll never surpass A crossfire through the mind Of mortality’s men By day a mere phantom By night a beast An impassable ghost That plagues That thieves A devious fog The scourge of the young The quieting of the mind The coil, the decay Lost logic must scream In a raft of misdeeds…
-
Soon I must depart From the shelter of words Long past their prime From the endless loop Of familiar bends and trails That favor me Time after time Soon, I must Bury my all In this furious age To live, to reap For these empty roads Are a hindering embrace A withering haven I must,…
-
The magnificent height Was worth the strain All the coursing beads Runaway, in a passionate frenzy In spite of a great fall How mortality, clawed from below In a buzzard’s shrill call Through the high hoisted dawn As springtime Bustled away And stifled the rise Of its fluttering curse As the motherly spring Swirled all around…
-
In frozen hues Silently, shuddering Dissolved in black Unwavering black Giving way again To a heartless dawn Enfolded in grey Its charitable light My fragile urges Are soon to shatter To be swept along By a gust of frail friends For fairer skies They sail To their newborn joys Toward elation That peacefully Awaits
-
He was never to stray too far They’ll faithfully say At the hour of his dusk A mother’s will Had grown too immense His shelter eternal In the stifling arms of affection Love Cruelly reigns At the edge of each road Behind the great mist Of a destiny deferred
-
No quarrels To drown the mundane The way of this world Is empty, deliberate and slow And the mind is forced to forage For an evil to vanquish To slave until silence Is the victor once more But there are no shadows Beneath honest summer rays No sparks, to encourage the mind To wander, plunder…
-
Fixed in place ever since In the living past The refrain of the dead Ever since I embarked For a distant lie My cowardly shield From the loom of disgrace Ever since a great fall Into my stride of defeat Leaving trails to bend Diminished and untread To the living past Where I dodged and…
-
Home is but a faded name Where the wounds of the earth Profess of spilt blood Where the chasms recall The slow crawl of iron And the crumbling of valor Left to jell in the mud Home Is a moniker lost Amid the terror of salvos Every suit-clad lie Sent soaring, through the breeze Home…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
