Can you hear the sound
Of the future breaking
Ripping from the present
Like a plaster on your skin?
Feel the tear against your back
As you’re thrown into the cracks
Of things that should have been
Past a life you could have lived.
The wind blows bitter
Across the scorch marks
Raw and smouldering
Down your wounded back.
And down the valley below your feet
Another life begins to bud.
Winds there are calm, the air so sweet,
You close your eyes… and take the jump.
Progression of Insanity.: Countdown to Apocalypse. -
welcome to hell
scrawled in spray paint
on a broken highway sign
route 666 indeed
fall into your well
the water dripping in pain
only granting wishes divine
even god’s can bleed.
cement ceilings fall
and the skyscrapers die
cynically rusted world at the end
the mechanism of all
And just like that, the world crumbled.
Somewhere I sat, unsure and jumbled.
You slapped the sky only to implode.
I wrapped this goodbye, and you never showed.
So I walked away as the star was shot,
Met the clock halfway because the rest I forgot.
Your face fills every crevice
Of my mind, invading every thought.
Remnants of your touch still cling
On my skin. Phantom caresses
Hauntingly teasing and torturing.
The taste of your kiss, which once
Satisfied every craving,
Now lingers bittersweet against my lips.
Your scent crept in with the wind,
Intoxicating all senses, infiltrating every
Pore of my soul.
Your voice that once lovingly called
My name now fades with the time,
As I lay here, wasting away.
The Poet Dreamer: Writing the "Perfect" Poem.... -
It’s easy to write the perfect poem, see?
But harder if the subject is about beauty….
No, for your first perfect poem, chose your pains
Reawaken the most painful memory that wanes.
Cut a vein, let the memory flow out in red
Write down every thought from heart to head
Vilify the darkness that you…
it's only love: where is that? -
remember when you tried to woo me, love?
when your only thought in life was to make me thine?
what happened to those furtive looks
that longing that drove you wild
you stopped and started like a broken clock
retreating fast and attacking quick
the thoughts reflected in your eyes
what do you do
when you learn that everything you once knew
was all a lie, and you haven’t a clue
about where to go, about what is true
well I don’t know
but take my hand
and together we’ll discover
all our heart’s demands
Much Ado About Absolutely Nothing: Dark before the dawn -
In that moment when it seems like all hope is lost
There is that little voice that says,
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
”The mountain is always steepest before the peak.”
I can honestly say I live for that moment right before the reverse
knowing you can never be lower than the…