(2013)
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there