Art Aspiring Heart

Incise the cries of lieson the sides of my heart.If I’m the object of youraffections means I’m art. I was ugly damn scaredin a vicious cycle of pain.I was an empty vesselno joy could I contain. Then your cries reachedmy torture and I felldeep in passions griptearing me from hell. Desperate for fancy,more for a…

Pulse

All the eyes that I entertain,everyday dressed poor weak,I take in droves not vainso be careful don’t speak. I cling on the verge of sanityand the future I do not know.I will speak no wise words,and in this state I won’t grow. I care even as I try to numbfeelings, emotions and flaws.Nothing gracious comes…

Sins Of The Son

Crisp down to the core,follow close to want moreof the drugs feel a roarof smoke choke to the floor. For the sting it brings sitlike a choir as a preacher quipsabout the lies told so bold slipdo all the heavy burdens grips. Sing in unison praise love rumas we sing drink fine wine for fun.Praise…

Testing Ways How To Behave

I slit my wrists to feelthe skin tear apart as artas if life had let me feel realin the dirt as one I am part. Lust is just a little tasteso in haste I will gracethe bitter paths we facewith this cigarette I lace. Tell me so much is lostand I will serve intentionas a…

Thunderstruck

Try as I may I fade awayeveryday it is the same;mundane a brain relayslove crimes that phase. I once was a new creationin eyes beguiled a childby beautiful imaginationof feminine fancy wild. Struck down in toxicityafter love I carried within.Unrequited I fell apartnot knowing where begin. I am a marred man heavywith sorrow of a…

Planted Seed

Sometimes I see a calamityboil vicious spiteful sound.It seeks tragedy to plant seedto try and pull people down. The places I’ve seen hereI want them in the past tense.I want it all to dissapearbecause none of it makes sense. Twisted ego narcissismshapes the vowels so fake.All platitudes precisionfrom aspects comes hate. Mistaken rumors whispersmake me…

Prescription For The Pain

An anesthesia says it will please youin the sinking realm of the end’s blue. I see the light it calls me at timesto slight this switchblade I fade crime. Help me see the end to this treeI won’t bait but I share a fate see. Take me away and give a releasethat takes me places…

A Sea Of Delight

You can define the colors that surround me they bring context for the things I do so translate and analyze me. My auroa it is calm, subdued as I walk beaches in fading light under a sad darkened moon. I look to the sea for delight. Its stare once gave me vigor, now it makes…

Clearly & Dearly

Intuitive psychepins down a paincalculating plots insynapses of a brain. Conscious sleepdelving inwardrest me my soulsoothed I center. I feel a rush flowdoes the bloodfrom the sun runrays like a flood. I can see clearlyand think wellunder a spirit innight free of hell. 

Freedom From Demons

Conversations I’ve had dosed give reality another dimension and warps crude what eyes see into things I will never mention. Taken by the vices broken I had an aid to keep me calm. Revert my hurt into voids did this thing in my palm. Now I need to see what flows in hindsight as the…

Web Weaving Ways

Hidden in dark aspects give insightto opportunity that she seizes.Time only makes her feel its clearfor her to spin her web of diseases. Injecting venom slow paralyzesthe species she seeks to prey on.She is quick in the night so tight,plotting her site up until dawn. Once in her nook spread is a webthat she must…

Epiphanies In Me

Maybe I am a sparrowagainst the wind in a storm;a person in need of firedeep within my soul born. My sweet joyous thoughtsI have to push them aside.A hurricane upon my seasis what I daily try and fight.  Terse words tear me apart,harsh looks float my wayas I dig deep to put on a faceof…

Rest In Peace Christine McVie (Singer/Songwriter Fleetwood Mac)

Picture by Rolling Stone Here is a great article about a phenomenal and groundbreaking woman. https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/christine-mcvie-fleetwood-mac-dead-obtuary-1234638903/amp/ She wrote “Don’t Stop”, “Everywhere” and “Little Lies” amongst others. What an absolute genius she was. Rest in peace Christine. I remember when I was younger my mother had a Fleetwood Mac greatest hits albums. For some reason, I…

Elusive Beauty

I’m invisible to those I lovebut I still love them true.I’m thankful everyday afterwhat I’ve put them through. Grooves of my transgressionsfluctuate eyes of my beloved.My past hangs in a parlourno one walks by they shrug. Just a version of what wasI sleep not very well nowadays.But I can not dwell on suchI must see…

Love

Life is ever fleeting Love it gives meaning Fear says trust no one Love is as if some sun Love makes us reflective Love gives us perspective

Whenever I See You

Whenever I see you I feel a buzz like I’m drunk on fine wine dine I will on your smiles for if not sadness is what I feel all the time. All pretty faces in shallow places try to pry a stare into my eyes. But they are oblivious behind mine a world pristine you…

Fear Around Here

In step with a beatthat moves on me sweetis my demise hope fleesas my fear finds its feet. The path fear travelsis hidden and wild grown.The foliage is red to blackand hiding the unknown. The beasts I fear starvefor the weakness in me.I know this as a fellow soulI forgive so free and easy. Advantageous,…

Mother Earth

The leaves change slowthen they fall for fall’s turnto usher in change in choruswith time but will return. In the air there is a chillas mother earth holds trueto the patterns she’s knownand stays on as if a virtue. All who walk the surfaceare subjects to the Queenwho turns cold, unforgiving,and cruelly a little mean….

The Doves I’ve Loved

Give me a moment ofhope and I’ll look awry.The doves I’ve loved haveturned to crows in my sky. Place me up on a pavilionand play no games or deceiveI’ll love blindly and givewithout expecting to receive. The fields of grass we playin have turned barren sour.There are those who breakbonds of peace killing flowers. Blossom…

“The Grass Is Blue” (Tribute To Dolly)

Rivers flow backwardswrote a beautiful soulof how the grass is blueand insanities bliss consoles. Dear home of mine herein the valley of the mountainsI grew true blue and flowin southern fountains. Blue grass is a tune I feelat my core and my heelhas traveled miles hereand sometimes hurt is real. Real is a feeling of…

Nebula

Everybody hurts sometimes,in the grip of a hasty ciphers.Decisions sometimes leave menot but some survivor. I hear of the chasms deep calm,under rock and stone ponds.We are connected and collectedtogether in the great beyond. Tell of the windows to a soulI am sometimes out of control.But the things that bring Springin my seasons I now…

Ill Filled Room

Gallant is the knight on a steedthat travels on the dark roadsthat are overcome with weedsthat have never known a rose. Here comes the boogeyman illfilled with impending gloom.I want to beg plead to him sweetwords written here in this room. But he listens not to my logicfor his girth is a vast expanse.No beauty…

You Know Who You Are

The deceit the liescome up in great supplyevery line I read you slytry to get past me by. I will not put up withthe bullshit I get.I’ll not for much longerput up with this. The pause the delayeverytime I want to saythings that mean a lotto me I sit and pray. No responseno reply until…

Twisted Thought

My sweet mother was raw,dear she said I wasn’t was she saw. She told me over again to gobe a man of honor but not bold. Sweet mother earth receive me,for twisted devices men deceiving. My sweet mother said son comeas we all fall to bed under the sun. Mother hear me call raw desolate,blind…

Sometimes A Liar

Stable and strengthened bow,will sail above in strength’s vow. And the lights like your love,I have had quite enough. Now I seek to ease to soarlike a dragon like an angel more. The light is my helm I’ve criednumber of nights love I’ve tried. Slumber in the vestibule under skythat lights my fight I try…

Similar Trains Of Thought

If not for the euphoria,of that which I call life,I’m going to call homethe edge of this knife. Bitter shields of ashenshame hang and a nooseI find thinking too muchin my mind I abuse. I can call the doctorand tell him of the pain.I can call the dire in needI see you feel the same….

Cynical Sinews

Is not a shame how God seems fit on deciding the fate of those who are vain about their skin? Their hair. Their energy fades with time and age. It’s as if God said himself, “Smoke ’em if you got ’em guys.”

Pull My Trigger My Love

I’m a figure of what some say in the Adam’s apple relay I do to you the same anyway you look my gaze it will slay. Tell themselves they do to their own known usual criminal. Rather me I have to say that me I am my own animal.  Raise this boy in your school…

Dry Earth

Rustic this earth spinsand I ride fire stoked by wind.Large I find my complexitystroked by eyes again. The weather has touchedmy skin and I sleep unwell.So the stories I have to tellmay indeed include hell. Yet what have all sharedthat our heart’s haven’t lived?A night comes awhile andonce more asking patience give. Eyes piercing me…

Love’s A Bore

I take it to the limit I’m in it crisp like a bill I take a quick hit. To the back of my head it fed where the wild things led. I know divorce a pain comes down a fierce rain in places I find my vein hurting for some name. I’ll loose forever in…