Why does this caged beast sing While the world burns around it Lulled by deaf-tone melodies Placate with the newest of things And the prettiest of flowers Your false touch Prevents self-awareness And the knowing Of the absence of silence A force left sleeping On a bed of stories and verse Dreams like melted wax …
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I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s so much more I can’t remember But I do know How much I miss The fallen leaves Midnight bike rides The old church Where I would hide And smoke But …
I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into the cascading darkness beneath my dangling feet. As I lost myself in the contemplations of the day, a figure appeared beside me. In one hand it held a flower, and …
And sometimes the blue turns to grayAs lost puppies push their nose into the sandDigging along the shoreFor something, anythingWasting away, starving, thirstyHow long can they digBefore the indifference of the tideCarries them awayWhy is it no one told themThere’s nothing to be foundOnly the repetition of diggingThe days blur; searching, searchingTill we finally understand …
I made a promise To an old friend That I’d be back This way someday But a restlessness Sleeps down Inside me Burning questions In my heart Where in this world Can I call My home Where in this Do I belong I’ve walked a long road Full of beginnings When all I wanted Was …
Was it a sequence Of words Drifting in and out Like the last time I tried to sleep Through the Drowning sands With silica dreams And dry-mouth Failures How high Were the tides That time I slipped On my way Back up To city streets Polluting The last thing Which made Any difference In all …
