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I’m short on precious years And kin rage without words Expecting So calloused by time Waiting With sullen And guilt-ridden eyes They are launched From the loving arms of patience How dare I change course And leave them to ponder To stray past the brink Of their generous deeds At the proudest peak Of their…
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It is far too grotesque A festering pile Of ego, irritation, and squalor It is doomed Set adrift from the others Sent lumbering abroad For all the shadows of the world To carry on and cope Means to part from the mind To scream from the depths Of a drunken demise It is far gone…
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For the moments Where nothing more is said And we sit idly by In the haze of our wants And needs True silence Enormous and pure Where the inroads make way For the truths long sought When our time pulls away Panicked In bound to disband And nightfall Hails so sudden We sail on in…
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Merely passing Letting passions unfold All the romance And the fast-flare of being Untouched yet weary In the weight of spent verse I coast undeterred In the bold name of fright From the ancestral night To a murdering And fretful eclipse I stroll on In the haze of myself As the light of our lives…
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“Breach the wall!” All the true heroes cry From the firm coiling shadows At the first light of war
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Snagged by a miserable gust In the fast-flowing moments Familiar ground is lost Only faint words prevail Beneath seafaring eyes Consumed, by the lust In an uncharted sky Spent forevermore New shorelines are forged As the old frame dulls A disfavored And cancerous void
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What right do I have to bask? On this fateful day Where tragedy unfolds For most As I wade In their timeless squalor My world runs warm Prosperous, jubilant and full What right do I have to despair? On this rose-colored plain So young and forgiving None For liveliness chimes on end From each towering…
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An internal sun Lends me to a slaver’s lash Their whims buried low In the depths of night I’ll emerge firmly wrung And fully spent Left teetering on a wall Between toil and rest Rage onward Is the call I’ll reap Through and through In each gust Of impassioned desire
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I’m ashamed Reeling in the marshes Of unclaimed remains The treachery left strewn Tottering sickly Boiling to the brim In the fumes of remorse Defused, defamed Trudge for your life Your crimes lie in wait All souring displaced And frozen in rage Trudge and be skewered And pour the same way In a torrent of…
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Short on affectionate lies I grow fond of peace Of being lowered In silence The truth erodes My wholesome And finer half The truth erodes As I strive To be tame So much For the kindhearted words I rushed to dispense As a fretful And fear-ridden child My tact grows thin Discolored And rancid Faint…
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