This Constant Place of Motion

The words pass me by  Zooming into the night  Careless about their flight for freedom  My insides shiver  Rambling words leave my tongue  How did I become so undone? A sudden fear takes over And I am alone again  Then it’s the anger  A rage swells within me  Like a river that has grown too…

The Frailty Of Large Ideals

For me the world is built on big ideas Large ideals, like kindness and somber thoughts Mournful visions of the past  Mindful planning of the future For a world so large, yet so small I weep, like a child that has just lost its mother without understanding the gravity of lost  I weep, face strained…

My Friends Are Finding New Places

The other day as I wandered out loud  “My friends are finding new places to call their own.” The misery of being alone set in  In those new places are new faces Jokes that I may never hear  Stories of childhoods I thought were meant for me My friends are finding new places  In which…

Deep Valley, Strong with Delight

The owls do no know you  So look away, they come ever speedily  The stars do not see you  They are blinded by a wish that bears no fruit On valley deep within  Can you be my refuge  Can you hold my sin  Let me cower here In the folds of your embrace  Let my…

A Review of Lincoln In The Bardo By George Saunders

I have never written a review of a book for my blog, and I don’t intend for it to become a regular thing. You see, I read this book, and I wanted to talk to someone about it. This review has a few spoilers and probably strong opinions. I begin by saying that I did…

I WILL DENY YOUR BEING

I won’t sing you praises Or make mention of your name I will not worship at your feet Won’t make offerings on your altar I will not feed the person you have become I will ignore it Deny your existence Forget who you used to be  This is my journey  My road to explore I…

The Dragon Under The Hill

On the hill, there is a cry  Over the mountains and beyond There is a voice  That beckons me to return Return to slumber  Return to peace Return to moments less important than these To simple days When the world revolves on loving thy enemy In their obscure ways To art that spoke of music…

Rain

Rain trickles down my soul  Into my bones And corrupts me once more It should have washed me away  Melted a wicked heart like mine Fuel with regret It rains once more I take it in All the weariness  All my sin It is mine  As I claim it to be Let me wither down…

The infamy of a Lover

Unknown to the lover  I had yet met Unknown to me Wrap me in soft silhouettes Caress my soul Love me with the least of your thoughts Thinking  Lost Not yet found

Caged Bird Dreaming

Tonight he sleeps beside me Eyes closed  Breath even Low murmurs Shaking He’s aware of his surrounding Even when his eyes are closed He sense ill-intention Startled awake  By a strangers’ desire He rushes back to life Knife in hand  Ready His lonely heart keeps beating Trapped in a cage of fear To keep this…