Author: hokusgrey

  Cold tile floor. What better place to seek angels. Demons come and go. I can hear their voices echo off the polished, white stone. I wish I had known that what it is is only what it is and not all these dreams I’ve been sold. The judges don’t acquit and Hell is just … Continue reading Cold Tile Floor →

  Change me, like the sun changes the way the tree grows. Change me, like to ocean shapes the shoreline of the coast. Like the rain carves canyons through the prairies over time. Let love, and life change my mind. Change me. Let me feel like I have never felt before. Let me experience all … Continue reading Change Me →

  Come home, lost ones. Hear the words of your father. The land has long lain fallow, and the animals have scattered, for there are fences down all around the fields. Wolves have come down from the mountains and there are bears foraging in the glade where you used to play. The pathways through the … Continue reading Lost Ones →

  Moon’s going down. Jack o’ Lantern sitting on the foothills, smiling at me. Slowly, he drops down into a shroud of clouds, and the horizon burns to embers that die in the darkness. Behind me, I know the Sun schemes on bringing a new day. It is a trickster, revealing just enough of the … Continue reading The Dead Hour →

  Stone spires rise, like jagged teeth towards the sky. Gateway guarded by memories of long gone times. To the East, the prairie stretches wide, but I am a child of the great divide. Wolves roam the boundaries of the North, through the forest’s end and the tundra’s open course. All the way to the … Continue reading Child of The Great Divide →

  White canvas. Clean slate. No hope, but what we create. No images, but what we paint. Colors blend, some bright, some opaque. Stroke and cut to make the mind’s eye open wide and find life in the pattern. Or mix chaos, until all the space is brown and grey, slashed with violent reds where … Continue reading White Canvas →

  It’s gonna be alright, Kid. After this, there’ll be another day. Not every sun sets on tragedy. Not every breath comes in tears and pain. It’s gonna be alright again. Your heart will mend. Your body will heal. Your mind will find new thoughts to make you smile. Not everything in this world is … Continue reading Hang in There →

  Beauty is as beauty does. The bare, soft shoulders my arm rests on, as we lay undercovers, and the day has yet to become a smile, or a disaster. The reflections of our hearts, or our actions, and what happens after. I know we’re gonna slow it down. Linger on these moments and let … Continue reading Sunday Morning Sun →

  Traitor of a sacred trust always going down deep into the darkest place they have ever found. Holder of a holy heart never steps awry. Moving with such perfect grace cannot be denied. Good and evil plain as day. It is written on the face. It is spoken by the eyes. The soul speaks … Continue reading Good and Evil →

  Drinking from the hose. Jumping into the flow. Left of right, or don’t follow the road. Escape the lanes, go on your own. Follow the sun. Wake with the day. Take the same exit off the express way. Do your job. Earn your pay. Dream of feeling the freedom of someday. Break the rules. … Continue reading Which Way? →

  Stained skin and accidental pressure, never were the same in the glow of the hereafter. Questions the same, but they don’t get any answers. Everything just goes faster. Turn of the clock. Turn of the page. The calendar’s wrong, but no matter my age, it’s gonna come, even if I want to stay, I’m … Continue reading High and Outside →

  Watch it call come down. Settle out. We’re gonna crawl out of the ashes. What then? God knows I don’t know. A revival? A rejuvenation? Today, the sky is clear and blue. Not gonna wonder about the afternoon. Not gonna fade away in the interlude. It’s clear today what I must do. Prayed for … Continue reading 09.23.23 →

. God, put my mind at ease. Let my soul come clean, as I make my way out into deep garbage. I can’t say why my path leads me inside a place that I have long avoided. You tell me that there’s some truth in there that I must recover from the pit. And so, … Continue reading Deep Garbage →

  I don’t see anything in the darkness of my dreams. But, I can feel everything tearing me at the seams. When there’s only parts of me, and I am no longer whole, I’ll tell you where my heart should be, where I want to keep my soul. You can stretch my skin out over … Continue reading In The Mountains →

  Walking through the iron gates, headstones in my wake. They say the dead will have their day, but what a way to celebrate. They say the lost have their songs when the time has come to find them gone. Peaceful dreams idle along. Do they really know what’s going on? This isn’t getting any … Continue reading Cemetary Gone →

  Neon pyramids. Neural net sky. Albion sinks below, an acolyte above. Surface of the sands, once as smooth as glass, broken now, like the shards of a shattered heart. Who will smash the hourglass? Who will be the one when the time comes? To speak first with the last, and be over the horizon … Continue reading The Hourglass →

  We used to hit the corners tight and on the inside. Stand out in the rain and wait for the sunlight to filter down to us from between the buildings. Deep in the alleyways, we knew places where the sun never touched. Hidden, gutter slums that never saw a green thing. We used to … Continue reading Corner of Hope →