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I unravel in the eyes of kin In their sorrowful glares Swelled with empathy For I am the juvenile curse That ensares the conscience And thieves the honest of slumber They are called to arms In my distress Quick to unsheath Their timeless remedies But I do not heed For I’ve strayed too far For…
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A life well-lived Is the crown jewel I yearn for To grow weary with age And to wither thoughtlessly Beyond the roads I’ve tattered with inquiry I’ll disolve peacefully With a mind shroud in wonder Beyond the waves I’ve cleaved with eagerness The dark shall fall Graciouly, kind, and sweet I implore to be drawn…
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Like scalding magma The panic surged Raised from the caverns Of my guilt-laden conscience And yet Onward I trailed Through the sweltering hellscape I knew by name As wreckless thoughts Raved madly within Blistering my insides With the coursing of young distress Still I trailed Maimed and ragged Toiling forward Drenched in dismay I strived…
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I pass through Graciously Sparing the living Of my sorrowful regrets I loom peacefully Catatonic And depart with ease Uprooted, from solid ground My role Is that of a timid breeze Thriving faintly In the aft of hectic minds The untroubled living Must never know Of the trembling breath I draw They must carry on…
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It was The fuming carcass Rusted with passing time Where scores weaved Thoughtlessly Beneath its crumbling stature Cowering Drew death ever-closer Within the clutches Of concrete misfortune It neared without a sound Unsparing Sly and callous Like a maiden On the prowl Seductively Swaying with malice Block by block It all tolled the same With…
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He is the marred Offspring of opulence Cleaving, moss covered trails That yield, only strife and ruin In his beleaguered mind He is the solemn Son of hardship Yet truthfully He is safe and sound Beyond the reach Of the harshest perils He thieves mindlessly From the cruel plights of strangers From the daily scowls…
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They impale the skies With spires of stone Defiantly braving All perils to come Cloaked in evergreen They soon blaze With autumn red And remain Unfazed By the scourge Of winter’s loom I yearn for their heights For the courage of ancients To be among the unswayed Revered For the rest of time
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Will the world hoist high Its shredded banners? Raised proudly to waft In the foul gusts of war Once again For our corners of home For the gallant forebears That stormed sure and bold Carnage prevails Time after time And no one dares recall Never sparing a second of remorse When the winds howl In…
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On and on I writhe Without a moment of rest Stirring With a hearth of longing Scattering The embers of distress When am I to cave To commune With the rising dust? Like the shards of old Toppled over By the swift and tireless present Far off reveries Have cursed me to rot In this…
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I cannot speak Of the “sorrowful mundane” Of the warm luxuries I am swift to disown Comfort ensnares me And I must never weep Nor bellow in agony From within my homely shell Hardship rests afar Beyond my coddled frame Beckoning for my silence Yearning to quiet My thoughtless sniveling
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