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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Fate

I haven't posted anything in a long time! Sorry to neglect you, my faithful readers. I've written something that I'd like to share. It's called "Fate." It's a little different but I love it. Hope you enjoy!


FATE
she is a fickle
bitch
always taking more
than we have 
to give
taking, taking, taking
shoveling, shoveling,
until we are crushed beneath
heavy piles of black
wet dirt
weighted down
forced to our knees
beaten, broken and bruised
but that time
oh! 
FATE
she is a kind
mistress
always giving more
than we can 
ever take
giving, giving, giving
sharing, sharing
until we are full to bursting
soaring and floating
on waves of 
pure bliss 
flying above it all
and we know that
this time!
is what it's all about 
held, caressed and loved
oh,
FATE
she is a 
whirlpool
circling and cycling
winding down
to those last
precious breaths
when it all 
makes sense
knowing, knowing, knowing
understanding, understanding
that there is a purpose
and we can see it all 
for what it really is
oh...
FATE
she is forever
smiling

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Mending Fences

I don't really know if what I write makes sense or if it's even any good. All I know is writing is a cathartic experience and putting words to paper soothes the soul. So I write and try not to worry about the rest. I write for me and share for you. Today, good or bad, this is what came out. 


“Mending Fences”

All the hurt in the world
Rests heavily on a broken heart

The sunset of a life
Breaks the bright days apart

And I, alone on this side of the abyss
Reach for you through the never ending dark

All the tears welling in my eyes
Spill forth like tiny silent threats

Washing away guilty houses
Built of sorrow, shame and regrets

And I, behind shuttered blinds
Pray for forgiveness and resets

All the pain in the world makes
An ocean of misunderstanding and indifference

Where the pieces of a life float away
In a raft made of dreams and innocence

And I, sitting in your old rocking chair
Hope there will be a time for mending fences

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

When Darkness Calls


I am starting to realize I like to write some dark shit. Found this little guy in the pocket of one of the folders I am using to store research for my novel. I wrote it some time within the past few months. Not sure when. Anyway...here it is.


When Darkness Calls

Dead eyes stare across deserted barren wastelands.
Scorched canvases splattered with dark red paint.

Bodies writhe and slither on desecrated ground.
Blackened branches clench aching muscles tight.

Thorns scratch and tear at tender unmarked flesh.
Blood beads and flows over paper white skin.

Thick heartbeats echo through broken empty spaces.
Cold hard steel replaces supple skin and bones.

Pull and push silent screams of pain.
Battlefields of death and blood remain.

Wars fought and lost.
When darkness calls.