The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
