Speak truth, and conquer on. Master the self. Harness the dawn. Time is short, so prepare for a winter campaign. Live will and may long be your reign. Break the grip of time upon your soul. Cut the cords those liars would put on you to control, and live in light until your dying … Continue reading The Conqueror
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Summer’s Gone
Ask me if it’s enough. I’ll tell you it never was. Summer’s gone and we’re still going strong, at least it seems that way to us. Deep down, we both know we’ve missed the stars at night, and all those sins we take in will never be satisfied. Another July burned, and August turned … Continue reading Summer’s Gone
Tidal
Curious. Never fell into uniform. Row house tan, ubiquitous. Clever one undone. Caught up in the rise and fall. As long as night comes our lives are all tidal. Try as I might, burn bright, but always lose my lighter. Stone streets, forlorn in the pre-winter atmosphere. Is being different more important than just … Continue reading Tidal
Where it Lives
It isn’t what you think. Dismiss it, oh, so easily. Either a daisy, or a rattlesnake. Neither one contemplated. The flower exists in the field, and the eye notes its color. The serpent lives out in the same place, its colors keep it concealed, and you disregard its existence, until you hear it, out … Continue reading Where it Lives
Brown Water Town
I can’t do this numb. Day to day, feeling stupid, dumb. Fade away on every single one. Don’t want this anymore. Yeah, I’ve seen some. Sweat it out. The cold up north don’t touch the heat down south. Brown water town. No one forced the words in my mouth, but I drink them down. … Continue reading Brown Water Town
The Liar and The Knife
To tell the truth and wound myself and everything around me, or sow a garden of bullshit flowers and smile. Fingers rest upon the keyboard, tongue ready to push out victory, or heresy. A riddle of the world might ask, “If all our ties that bind are more truth that lies?” Falsehoods interbreed with … Continue reading The Liar and The Knife
Ignorance Day
Fury of the unacknowledged screams across morning’s final umbrage. Dissident dawns. Long derided requiems seeking appointment. Ignorance akin to slander. What must it take to wrench eyes skyward? To taste of the burning fascination that is the incumbent star. Rage as the day is mocked. Heads turned face down into a false light. Solaris … Continue reading Ignorance Day
Black Pill
Eyes open, split like my mind’s broken. Spilling out all that I am, like a ripe melon in the hot summer sun. Body doesn’t listen. Just complains, like a vain teenager, but with twice the problems, and half the virility on a good day. Lungs strain to breathe, the air that sits so thick … Continue reading Black Pill
The Old Flag
Torn and rent, the old flag still flies atop the buildings, behind gates of wrought iron. No simple symbol, once woven by hand, but now spun of strong polyesters, so that its colors do not dim, and it might not rot. Though it bares the marks where it’s been burned, dirty, where it’s been … Continue reading The Old Flag
Big Exhale
Big exhale. Drop the shoulders and take that weight off for a little while. Noise in your head gives way to the sound of the kettle boiling and the birds in the tree outside. When was the last time you truly disconnected? From you? From them? From this? From everything? Been too long, just … Continue reading Big Exhale
Sports and Weather
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
Wreckage and Flames
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
Mental Health Monday – 08.28.23
#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Imagine never doubting yourself. Imagine always making the right decisions. Imagine having the knowledge, discipline, compassion, and strength, to learn, lead, and love, and lift up others. Imagine approaching every situation in life with both the quiet confidence of the adept and the wide-eyed wonder of a child. Imagine yourself in any situation, then … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 08.28.23
Questions for the World
What words, What song, or melody might prove this life in pen? What long road, or far off distant horizon? What touch? What skin? What breath, might open up my eyes a little wider? What color? What shape? What flavor might incite the revelation coming? The search always remains. Some say there is a … Continue reading Questions for the World
Old Songs
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
Overcomplicated
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
Separation
“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
Screens
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
Harvest Dawn
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
Restitution
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