Silence wraps around me a blanket of blushed tones silky white to touch tints of gray speckled from edge to edge never knowing if I am coming or going questioning - have I been here all along and there is a sense of harshness in the thoughts that wash over me my faith is an …
Tag: death
I Am Still Here
Your eyes close peaceful rest holding your hand a gentle squeeze ...I'm still here Sunlight slips between the cracks in drawn shades Patterns of lace dance on pale linen colored walls Shallow breath I lay my head on your chest for confirmation you whisper ...I'm still here We fall together a dream state a reverie …
Death
So yes, I have hit the wall - many times I've reached down in the darkness and found the bottom was still another 100 feet below me and all I can say with a hint of ambivalence "...man what a trip, what a journey..." And all the introspective chatter and cliches passing thru the test …
Beyond The Fog
Early morning light peers through tiny cracks like a private eye - subtle surveillance Between nightmares and day-dreams there is a harsh sense that shoots across the sky As reality focuses on the blurred vision of weary eyes and the only time line has spanned the universe A love that lives in another sphere…what is …
Dance Away My Fears
The past seeps into some kind of abstract perspective My own different from yours - I am sure My spin, my angle from where I sleep never falls short of illusive Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full wind blows coast to coast, shore to shore drop off You catch sea foam in …
Options
Tag H tight around my wrist black face no numbers only the second hand moving slowly in a continuous circle no stops along the way no pointed direction a loop same pace same tick, tick, tick patterned rhythm great for skipping the speed bumps in the road or taking the long way repetitive motion stoking …
Metal And Flesh
You don't have to say anything Choices made set in stone sometimes silence is golden sometimes silence speaks volumes Sit tight in your plastic palace higher than a kite flies up and above all the trash talk Bobble headed shift and shuffle shakers who could care more or less Another gun goes off mind to hand …
Sleepless
It’s 4AM what are you doing up? Please don’t ask me questions... I can’t sleep, dreams fill my mind and echo’s are shattering-ly loud bouncing off every hiding place, every non-ordained sanctuary I’ve created in this miserable year don’t ask me questions about why I can’t sleep why the dreams keep coming and going almost …
Umbrella Of The 2nd Amendment
It all seems very inconsequential relevant to only a few in the moment perception wrapped in a bloody cloth carried around in a shoulder bag right side of the cause and you will weep for your neighbor kiss the ground you stand on thankful your home remains in tact people in glass houses shouldn't throw …
