It floats upon the wind.
This sweetened corral dust.
The twisting dragon’s lines
Fill the hollowness
Between the falling leaves
A spiralling design.
A wishful shift to splendid less,
Yet more could Continue reading

. . .
Awoke from drunkenness
In this un-medicated hole.
Searched both arms for a track
Back to what you know.
In arms clasping, an empty flask
Overflowing with Celestine tasks.
How thoughtfully Continue reading

Maybe everything could be set straight
If I gave away my life tonight.
Would but a single soul sigh in relief?
Would a child be born, who’d never need?
Maybe someone’d be saved from my fate.
Maybe Continue reading

I tore into myself
To beautify disease.
But sorrowfully displeased,
They couldn’t even scream.
The mentors who should be
The ones who shouldn’t need
Still come to remind me
That I owe them my Continue reading

I wake to the thought of you every morning.
Your mural etched by the sun,
Far too beautiful to ignore.
Those lines of simple, perfection always trailing
Off until it fades into, the soft sound of your Continue reading

The skies have always been so free to me
But clouded they’ve grown
As each day I step wearily
Through the calm of an age-full breeze
With nothing to show
But the bleach of my dreams.
It flows upon Continue reading

I’ve been watching you for days.
God, I love the way you move.
I see you as you’re pacing all around.
I’ll pace with you if it helps to soothe
The touch of my palms upon your cheeks,
The touch Continue reading

I need to shed a bit of justification
Through this tranquil casque of inner decline
And all the words of the inconsequential
Spew forth, leaving enough for you to surmise
That all of my screaming allusions
Are Continue reading

Every day,
I feel my soul break.
As you prove to me,
How my dreams were fake.
Dreaming soundly
Always drained.
Neverending
Is this spate
How I’d love to
Celebrate
My soul drifting,
Breaking Continue reading

A cacophony of dreams slowly spinning around
The cellophane faces of a lurid crowd.
Screaming for sympathy as your arms are strapped down
And the burning apathy that will make no sound.
But, I’ll Continue reading