Tag: hope

  Stop the psyops. Call the cops. No. We’ll deal with it in our own house, our own streets, where good and evil meet. Try that in a small town, try eating the concrete. No sleep. Urban or rural, the divide’s alive. No more “boy”, or “girl”, just a strange malaise blazed like a new … Continue reading Sports and Weather →

  It’s late and I’m overdrawn. Too drunk to think about withdrawals. Too early for me to call, but I look you up and stare at your picture. Makes me want to throw my phone away, but I can’t afford anymore mistakes. The straight and narrow arrows of misfortune have always been of my own … Continue reading Wreckage and Flames →

  Old songs still echo down these halls. No one’s smoked in here in thirty years, but I can still smell the Lucky Strike’s and Pall Mall’s. I can still see folks dressed up in their uptown best, and I can hear the band play those old songs as if they never left. I can … Continue reading Old Songs →

  Don’t overcomplicate it. It is what you make it. So many mistake it for what they want, and break it. Imagine standing naked in the dark and cold, dead hands grasping at you from the unknown. Imagine being trapped in famine and destruction. All the pain and disarray of total aggression. Remember when you … Continue reading Overcomplicated →

  “The Truth is not alive out there.” The words strike hard. Piledriver revelations. I’m pulling on my boots, reaching for my coat, ready to grab my hat, and head out there to find it. Truth. “Don’t waste your time.” Your face bears a look between pain and derision. “There’s nothing left. It’s all been … Continue reading Separation →

  Almost touching the sky. Trying to describe this life that is mine through my eyes. Learn that the sky’s a lie. Just a trick of light. All I see is entropy’s reflected time demise. No answers to be had in time. Turns out that’s a lie as well. Seems to be reality in Heaven … Continue reading Screens →

  Is there any hope at all in the pale dawn? Threshing out what we’ve been growing all summer. Winnowing the harvest, wheat from chaff, Paradise from Purgatory. Leaning on the old scythe, muttering bits of scripture, even the reaper knows the signs read true. Old eyes see a new day. More work for idle … Continue reading Harvest Dawn →

  Pouring out blood from an old cut that never healed. Peeking out from behind the lies that keep me concealed. Feel like stepping out on a cloudy day and letting all this pain fall like rain. I want to feel the clouds burst in my soul, wash me clean, and make me whole. I … Continue reading Restitution →

  Can’t stop wondering what this is all for. The reasoning has long escaped me. Guess I’ll just settle for not knowing and start climbing all these walls life’s stacked against me. Pay the price every day. A little sweat, a little more time. I’m selling my life by the hour and I’m told I … Continue reading Dragons →

. Trip into the garden of the snake. One more mistake that I have made. Words slide into each other. Brother, there’s no time to be afraid. Daylight beckons at my window. Night waits patient at my door. I tell you, friend, I’ve been waiting on the end, but I’m not waiting anymore. I can … Continue reading THe Garden of The Snake →

  I can feel a coldness creeping in to your heart, like early mornings in late summer. I can see your eyes drifting in, like an abandoned ship sitting on calm waters. What is this? Is it time to let the forests of yesterday burn? Turns out the only way for new growth to take … Continue reading Holding on for Autumn →

  There’s rain in the leaves and I can’t believe I let you get this close to me again. It beats upon the roof and I’m left with the truth of all this hurt and all this shame. Feel a memory of your shaking hands upon me. Fear exposes all the weakness in us. You … Continue reading Trigger Pull →

  Immovable from this place. Static man, turned to stone, oh, so long ago. The vines and briars grow all over you. Testament to rigidity. Sun and wind have scored you. Snow and rain have weathered your face. Some would say you look good for your age, but you’ve been still so long, what does … Continue reading Monument →

  Some change, some day will take all the pain away. Until then have to stay, like a hunter on the chase. Some days, some ways feel more like prey. Something in pursuit and there is no end to it. Keeping just ahead of time is a losing race. Capturing the moment in mind is … Continue reading First Place (In a Loser’s Race) →

  Take it upon myself, this task that I am not endowed with the wit, nor the strength to pull it through. But it must be done and there is no other. Watched too many dawns rise, spilling their golden light into the eyes of an envious, thankless crowd. They never look up, always drawn … Continue reading Timeline →

  Separation is always such sweet sorrow. Even long good-byes telegraph, but hit like an unavoidable blow. The moment comes complete with the scent of blood in the nostrils. The whining high of a sucker punch. Dodge it like in a dream, syrup slow, like long winter cold. The moment approaches, not like a locomotive, … Continue reading Separation Anxiety →

   Can’t even see the sun. Can’t even hear the waves. Can’t even feel the wind. Can’t even stay in place. Seeing you look around, seeking for an escape. The expression on your face clearly indicates that you thought all of this was real. Wish I could turn you on, the way the information does. … Continue reading Unplugged →

  Mourn in the light. Not solitary ghosts, but sparks congregating in the vast black to chase away darkness. Each light draws another, shimmering through water, blazing off granite cliffs, illuminating a solemn moment. Even when the sky burns clear, the conflagration draws life to it. No grief suffers alone, but it is met by … Continue reading Burial at Sea →