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Ever faithful to reminiscing The scourge of faltering daylight Cartwheeling thoughts Mimic bright cosmic beauty Framed in the efforts Of destitute kin Distraught meanderings Pour from a ravaged soul Roving endlessly For kind, loving refuge The dismayed and unraveled Stream away in silence For the caring arms Of loyal reveries To honest memories That fervently…
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Like wavering sand dunes Spent by an evening wisp I too wither At the drawn lash of time Entombed desiresShrivel with great haste For a defiant tongue Bars their sly escape They must fall unknownSuccumb to a bitter rest Ensnared by a mute hopelessness And rusted With passing age My truth Can never be fully…
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Not quite Is a scalding brand Buried beneath the skin Under timid waves Squandered with age The tides receding With each spent word of disdain Never on beat Not quite Never certain I’ve scoured desperately To your tune of no avail The taunting constant From swarms of the cool and crisp The swift The clean…
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Foundation crumbles Splintering without a care Into reckless slabs Coasting, for a hushed oblivion Along the slumber’s ravine The murderous blue slash Through the unknowing wild I map Its devilish contours In my faithful slither To its savage rhythm Foundation defers Through a timid, welcoming void The tender haze Of aspiration The toll of shameless…
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Stone laden roads Swerve masterfully Up the inclines The meandering arteries Carved with great care That travel sullenly Hollow and unused Into the mist-shroud apex Beyond, a teary eye’s reach Where scores Once peered hopefully To attain its powerful glimpse Into snow-capped exhilaration I’d diminish In its clouded embrace Far from my trials And the…
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“Languire un bambino!” Ravages the frontal lobe In the turmoil soaked nights Where I writhe In rapture and agony I concede to the whim Of this foreign mantra In my thoughtless dive Into madness far ago “Languire un bambino!” Pressures my delirium The refrain I live Through and through Compromised Depleted The unconscious fall Never…
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No pride lingers In these vocal cords Where a tarnished mantra Barely clings to its breath Depleted sentiments Diminished concerns Prevail over all And consign my vision to grey Away with exuberance And its swerving deceit The treachery of passion Has lassoed my time It is the fiendish noose That’s coiled my life With a…
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