Posted by admin on January 13, 2012
In the mirror a monster stares
At an unfamiliar world–
Full of tears born of steel claws,
Needle fangs and acid tongue–
Born of a naive nightmare
In a bacchanalian rage
Under the cold stars of selfishness,
Between the sheets of pride.
This mirror beast glowers
At a repentant heart.
Does the beating blood
Carry the strength of change?
Does the beating blood
Echo only past lies?
This heart, this brain–twisted
In confused wires–needs hope.
True blood, do not fail
To turn this loathsome Hyde.
Posted by admin on January 4, 2012
Forever.
A day plus a day plus infinity.
Happiness, bliss, one day
rolls from joy to joy, merrily.
Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.
Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?
Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.
Posted by admin on November 9, 2011
E
Effort
The time and energy spent
Pursuing an invisible dream
M
Meaningful
What happens when the energy
Creates opportunity
Builds relationships
Meaningful Effort
Making the invisible
Visible
In ways that matter
Posted by admin on November 6, 2011
running from rain in the shadows
calling to the sun from the earth
searching the dank for fleeting heat
breathing naught but mold
you pause
breathless
before plunging again
again
again
into the swirling ache
where dreams slip into hate
Posted by admin on July 23, 2011
The allure of Death,
In a thousand faces,
Sings siren verses
Of hope and loss and mirth.
Allure?
Certainly.
Why then glamorized
In fiction and fact
By those seeking Earth’s lucre?
Or is this appeal personal,
To an agonized soul
In pain through hairs and toes
And mind-scrabblings irrational.
There can be no seduction without life.
Living is essential.
The paradox
Of wanting death in life
Is a fool’s paradise.
Just as money and fame
Pass,
Leaving empty traces;
So too is Death empty.
Pain, for all its horror,
Is real.
Is honest.
Posted by admin on June 2, 2011
broken, severed, dismantled entirely
.
The sad shame of leaving
Memories
Drifts over my mind.
.
A healthy message
Under trees where sunshine and shadow
Meet in Eldorado.
.
Ride in a car,
Race from afar,
All of us
To the broken past,
Like glass, that can’t paste
Itself together.
.
You broken theme,
You broken thing,
My broken dream,
dingalingaling
Posted by admin on May 19, 2011
There is too much inside of me,
intensely burning hot behind iron gates.
Me, the me that wishes to be heard screams
out, or would. I, the I to connect the dots
between me and who I found.
Can you surf the emotional wave?
Or will you drown in the depth
Of what I can’t yet say?
A fire that burns too hot.
The smoke gets in your face
and makes you cry and cough;
sputter on; ashamed,
nervous, wanting, confused
at an imaginary problem that isn’t you.
The answer is hold me.
Let me believe.
Let me know that you
want my intensity.
Posted by admin on May 12, 2011
A voice
blurred, pixilated,
spatters chatter
across wires.
Hopes spark.
Silence follows.
Hard.
Cold.
Brutally empty.
This silence weighs
on my mind,
my chest,
my heart,
my brain,
sitting darkly down.
Sparks flash
and die.
Posted by admin on May 5, 2011
Empty classroom sits
Fresh thoughts like breezes blowing
In on new faces
Posted by admin on April 25, 2011
You worry;
For me, you worry.
Would tragedy bring
Poignant memory?
Perhaps destiny’s grasp
Could unclasp the future;
End this lethargy.
Sorrow is a feeling;
Anger is a feeling;
Remorse is a feeling;
Anything anticipatory,
Even tragedy,
To erase your worry.
