Every morning is another chance to change. Every evening she sees that everything has stayed the same. Those smiling eyes are still so far away and it doesn't seem to matter what's the trouble with being loved. She's got a new look on. Her makeup done. New dress she bought and hair that cost … Continue reading Fledgling
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You and The Infinite
Open the door, that's the first step to let it in, to let it out. Now, take one step and then again; you're on your way towards the end. I have no way to entice you forward, upward and out of your mind. I see you, as if sitting in a prison; eyes blind, … Continue reading You and The Infinite
Baby Wings
I’ve been hanging on so tight. I’ve been digging deep to keep the fight in me alive. The drive inside is all that I have, now my grip is stripping my fingers to the bone Why can’t I fight harder? Why can’t I be stronger? Why is this enemy so much more to conquer? … Continue reading Baby Wings
Sans Epidermis
In the space between suns, I shed my skin to walk flawless amongst the touchstones of my heresies. Body slick and scar-less, snapped tight, taut over sinew exposed, nerve and muscle and bone; without protection in a wild land. Not even the rules of nature apply in between worlds, but we were never "Higher … Continue reading Sans Epidermis
The Dagger, The Yoke and The Flail
Tell me, my Lord; what does the dagger say? What does it whisper as it’s twisting? Does it make room for apologies? Does it shed a tear with bloody vigor? Well to do the better man’s device, a heaven wrought in simpler times escapes like smoke. … Continue reading The Dagger, The Yoke and The Flail
The Escape Artist
We created all of this. We thought our needs had called for it. Convinced ourselves to eat the lie and drink the tears of suicides. The look in our hollow eyes, like stickmen stuck in better times. We thought we won, but then we died, with voices raised up to the sky. I … Continue reading The Escape Artist
Keep it Down To a Dull Roar
Who needs to speak? Whose voice is drowned out, by the chaos and the clamor? Whose words are swept away in the current of the river? Are the meek ready to prosper? Or are they shaken when they whisper, the words that will condemn the world? Have you suffered for your brother? Have you … Continue reading Keep it Down To a Dull Roar
Unobtainium
Freedom isn't free. This ought to be common knowledge, for by now everyone must have noticed the rivers of blood are getting knee deep. If freedom must come from the barrel of a gun, then let that gun be a human heart and let that barrel be a beautiful mouth that speaks the truth … Continue reading Unobtainium
Uncontainable
Take the chances, Make them worth the price of failing. Hold nothing back, let each effort fly, defy the irritating voice in your head; deafen it with the noise of the blood rushing through your veins. Let you heart beat hammer in you chest, until it feels like it’s going to explode. Taste fear … Continue reading Uncontainable
The Lynch Pin
Consciousness fades, sharpens its blades, no rest for the wicked, the guilty, the saved. Trust in our ministers, lost and afraid; just a few minutes the curtain will raise. Apart from the pain, the agony is not so bad. It all hangs on an instant; one trigger, one event. These words hold us together … Continue reading The Lynch Pin
The Uprising
They're gonna kick you when you're down, they'll try to put you in the ground. 'Cause you've been thinking way too loud and making us all proud; I hope that you can see it now. We put our faith and hope in you, all that we asked was for the truth, of all our lives … Continue reading The Uprising
Slumber Crawl
Fall is slowing to a crawl. I'm moaning prayers and confessions. Ongoing, a given direction. So, now I'm disarmed, stripped of my barbs, relieved of my scars. Holding high and lowly, with a love so holy. I've been all we are. Could be - but it never is, what we let ourselves … Continue reading Slumber Crawl
The Joy of Separation
Peaceful slumber comes, like death, or a sedated nod; when done severing, one sees everything. Dropped out to be a part, alone and at home in the dark, cursed to finish what you start. So this newfound heart, becomes the fire that burns, the mind that yearns to cut that nerve... … Continue reading The Joy of Separation
Been Through Hell
Bracing myself for the impact, amazed at the walls as they go rushing past, elated - euphoric - when I don't crash; like I've done so many times before. I won't be restrained - remain in place, a grin spreads across my face. Through Hell I come home, a battle won - the war … Continue reading Been Through Hell
Chrysalis
We wait on each other to make a move, fearful fence sitters, we rarely approve of our choices; restrain our voices. Urging telepathy - afraid to speak, lest we give up our souls to anybody just as weak as us, so often disastrous. Let it be what it is. Be all I am. Unjudging, … Continue reading Chrysalis
High Flyers and Deep Divers
The weight of the dagger drags your hand down, so close to the throat; all you have to do is let go. The answer is not in the asking, it’s in the silence that follows. I have not oppressed myself enough today. I am far too free with words I cast away. Have a care … Continue reading High Flyers and Deep Divers
Ocean of Reflection
Derivative, a little piece of everything is what we are. Somehow we live with our eyes turned inside so far. We don't see past you or me, can't reconcile this separation, together we might become something more; all cowering in what has gone before. Fear of pain and abandonment, we cling to the words, … Continue reading Ocean of Reflection
This Kind of Freedom
Another new beginning, how nice that I get another chance to fuck it all up again - I love that kind of freedom! There's no one gonna tell me that I took the hard path. Made all the right moves and I still burned my bridges, but that's OK, 'cause if you were my … Continue reading This Kind of Freedom
Crutch
Had this crutch since I was 13, don't think I could give it up now. Born free, but I lost touch, with the world. Needed to keep myself down somehow. Crutch breaks, but I don't fall; I rise up off the ground. Connection severed lines kept me down. I remember now, I was born … Continue reading Crutch