The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →
The Saddest Thing I’ve Seen
Ok, we take a break from "The Circumstances" story, to talk about the saddest thing I've ever seen.This comes on because this weekend, I met a lovely man, had a couple of great conversations with him. He texted me this morning, and we found out that I am moving to his hometown in 2 weeks(I... Continue Reading →
Advent
How funny it is that suddenlyEveryone you see is just so jolly,Filled with wonder and awe at the season,Yet everyone sits and wonders the reason.The reason for the season is a speech,That sucks the sparkles from you like a leech.You can't refuse a moment's wonderment Because now that results in other men's torment.But for every other... Continue Reading →
Broken
I am an artist who is broken,For I am an artist who refuses to be honest.But what is an artist but someone who is....Honest.About all of it.Someone who looks at you, reveals you,And everyone they are to youIn horrifyingly glaring truth.Nauseating we clashWith the dashed illusions Of the artist's audience.The tears upon the stage haunt what is... Continue Reading →
To Be Honest
To be honest... To be honest... To be... I don't want to talk about it. Not here, not now. I don't want to go into it, Not here, Not when.... No. You ask me to talk about it, No, Not again. I don't want to talk about it. Not ever again.
The Post
Well, it's all gone, but do not despair, It's empty and she's departed from life But somewhere deep inside you know she's there, Withered, broken, from evil unknown strife. She's come to sing again but the bruises Aren't quite healed from being hidden away. Full-Silenced by the near dead who chooses To strangle them if... Continue Reading →
The Long Lost Love
Penelope glides across a railing As she watches the tumultuous sea. Cloud masses rise above, pierced as lightning Cuts across the night's looming ebony. As her blackened hair turns, sad eyes appear, And gaze into the distance wistfully, For the long lost love who had once been here, But had sailed these long years restlessly.... Continue Reading →
The Greats of Imagination
The ages saw one who true-lived his heart, Unashamed and diligent he was. He baited from within the deepest part, And pulled it forth, as the fisherman does. Another accompanied him sometime, Seeming to agree with most of his thought, But his structure was then revealed in rhyme, A picket fence around the albatross. The... Continue Reading →
A Praised Man
He came to walk amidst the crowds, But then he died, ascended, rose. In doing so he left a shroud, And a book of layered prose. We read it analogical, Allegorical and more, Some men threaten with its evil, Others proclaim glory's roar. Yet there are those who hear them all, And wonder at the... Continue Reading →
A Need for Praise
The need for praise arises in mankind, And manifests itself as horror evil. The spirit wavers in fear, feeling blind, For all the trials drained-he is tired still. The emptiness of what was bad is gone, For that the human heart trembles anew, That is what made the weary drained one, And made him still... Continue Reading →
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