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In the lazy hours Of autumn raindrops The morning turns Faithful, cool and sure The corner thrives In retro splendor In shades of forgotten noir Weighed by frigid sorrow The trumpeter Clasps for failing romance As love affairs weave and dash Through falling sheets And flooded potholes A wretched soul Peers past familiar window panes…
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I have stalled in forgotten flair For far too long Reveling in the majesty Of the bygone worldly blare The quietly masked morrow Brandishes a friendly song To diligently unravel And unsheathe its glaring sorrow Whom can i trust? Immersed in bottomless wrong In the scaly heart of malice Wincing for every traveling gust For…
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What was Beheld with loving joy Has ever slightly and calmly diminished All time is savagely disemboweled Reduced to a sliver By the scowl Of lumbering mortality And still the blades Of the dauntless living Cleave through to eternity To defiantly remain Cutting down the terror Of timeless adversaries With immense prestige And intrepid elegance…
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Is it all but a pestering urge? A periodic twinge From sunrise to sunset Priorities lie strewn Sour and untouched No longer subject To my daily trouble, tussle and stir I am that bottomless refrain I clack away in tainted prose I am the everlasting loop I greatly detest Gleefully doomed Is it all but…
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For now,friendship A few and forgotten bond As lovers are hoisted high To flutter in the wisps of glory For now,friendship A fate not many treasure For young hearts steam hopefully Blissfully yearning For the blooming overture of romance In this time,friendship Is a troublesome and lowly plight Nefarious in its puzzling deeds As far…
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I’ll blow away such fearsome notions In the incendiary drone That coils my ear drums Hunkered down Amongst my lowly gripes I am destined to tussle With the flair of melody Fated to wrangle the eternal percussion As they adorn my brittle thoughts Shielding my tattered and failing hide It is never my own Valor…
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In a single gust of certainty In a lonely stream of confidence The behemoths shall tumble Like fiery oak Slayed, by the axe of callous men The frail envision A far and wide reckoning Droves of the iron-willed The festering hordes Of immense unrest All with a singular motive All striving for whats truly best…
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From the wreckage Exposed by glimmering first light My thoughts all assemble And my body takes flight The smooth transition Is a rare and cherished feat As I glide through the high spark of day Instilled by motivation Purpose and resolve Anguish falls away To revel among the shadows It’s faint and muttered jeering Obscured…
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I sit atop my finer years In a tedious spoil A careful, steady spiral All the while Friends speed off To attain I chide myself To brood and remain I dwell above Such senseless squandering Appalled at myself And the feeble relic I have become
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Brief stints of silence Cradle the frantic mind Soothing the timeless bustle of men Striding nowhere For nothing at all In these revered And waning moments Some dare to weave And color the bleakest void Some dare endeavor To fill the deepest chasms With the fabric of themselves As a final and solemn sacrifice But…
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