I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
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.
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
