I have raked the coals
Of what passes for my soul
Stoked it into ire
I cannot perne in a gyre
The seas no longer crowded
Earth smells like a burning tire
We live so close to death
That we may awaken yet
It seems right not to consume
To live as dead until breath seems like theft
......
When the feeling is gone and the days are too long
When you’re crying for fear, of deciding wrong
When sky always grey and the suns far too bright
When you can never sleep
When you’re out every night
When you’re too nauseous to eat & too nauseous to sleep
And the evil thoughts
Begin to creep
......
As I think back on what took this squandered wanderer
To the nethermost pitfalls of hell,
Only the wickedness of mere existence can be adequate enough to delineate such misery.
A brute, stuck in a trap of one’s own making
With its stone walls, one’s lament echoes through the hallow chambers,
made of anguish & possibilities.
Shadows of what has been and what could’ve been,
Dance around to the cacophony of ones regret.
But what took this wretched man,
belonging to the heights of heaven,
......
Beyond the limitless barriers of one’s mind, all doubts fade
Whispers of divine power chant a cosmic tale.
In Eden’s embrace, guardian angles weave with grief
What shall be destined, despite ones mistaken belief.
But, oh to believe
Its reflection illuminates the beauty of the divine with a glance,
Pierces the heart while within lies a sacred trance.
A gift of oneness
A power unseen
There’s nothing that one cannot find within
......
every day, i'm heading closer;
life forcing me to push my own heavy boulder.
stuck in an endless loop like sisyphus;
feeling tortured on this earthly abyss.
i did not expect for life to be like this.
When time splits in two...
One you're looking for and one looking for you
You're waiting for someone you don't know yet
And you're not getting any younger
You've captured the rhyme but lost the poetry
The road seems bleak but familiar
A refugee from the you you used to be
And a pilgrim on the road to destiny
To fortify you resupply with fortitude and grace
......
A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
......
Beyond the limitless barriers of one’s mind, all doubts fade
Whispers of divine power chant a cosmic tale.
In Eden’s embrace, guardian angles weave with grief
What shall be destined, despite ones mistaken belief.
But, oh to believe
Its reflection illuminates the beauty of the divine with a glance,
Pierces the heart while within lies a sacred trance.
A gift of oneness
A power unseen
There’s nothing that one cannot find within
......
As I think back on what took this squandered wanderer
To the nethermost pitfalls of hell,
Only the wickedness of mere existence can be adequate enough to delineate such misery.
A brute, stuck in a trap of one’s own making
With its stone walls, one’s lament echoes through the hallow chambers,
made of anguish & possibilities.
Shadows of what has been and what could’ve been,
Dance around to the cacophony of ones regret.
But what took this wretched man,
belonging to the heights of heaven,
......
Old world, new skin, left uncontrolled
The body I’m in, hung out in the cold
And when it comes, comes closing in
I’ll just be skin, oh skin and bone
I’ll push everyone away when I’m angry inside
......