There is a sadness personified
rubbing at my core,
that robs me of my harmony

and voids me of true peace
because of the way that others, are.

Therefore, I am grateful for THIS interlude
that awes me with it’s friendship,
and brings into my life, Light.

So, I readily welcome
it’s universal embodiment,

that keeps no task-log,
and knows no earthly bounds.
It has been often said

that a cold-hearted orb rules the shadows of the night,
and that daylight possesses the Universe’s grace;

Oh; Beware!
The scandalousity of the acidicly,
addictively, seductiveness;

that surrounds the basic winter of your malcontent!

Cold
cannot be defined by words
from the skies of this dimension;

yet that same and exact dimension possesses the finesse
to coerce
your breathing inside the clouds to ease

and believe in a comfort, from a language of fools!

Pitiful,
the plight

of the sorrowfully motivated people.

There can never
be any gain from a pain that prefers to leave....

 I've looked into houses
not really *homes*
some are palatial
with luxurious domes.

Well-furnished,
their hearth's lit,
yet cold still the rooms
and the beds.

The souls
seem strangers,
shadows living in holes,
or some ill-bones
and shattered thoughts
just gathered
under some bricks
and stones. 

stutter

Spit and grip on the freedom tip.

Dig the street rhapsody,

soliloquy of the disenfranchised

who witness the lies, alibis, bought and paid for,

playful no more. Meet pissed with a fist and get the gist

that an ignored scream is better than a pliant whisper.

I can't remember an ember so limber it locks in to box in

the hatred. Smoldering, holding in

the ten word long expletive before I begin again.

This sail is full of wind, the volume is kickin' in,

at the end
the void
without form
empty

the nothing
from which everything came

what is nothing?
It is a conundrum for
the moment I think about it
it becomes something

and
I may escape
the pulse of my heartbeat
but I cannot
flee thought
.

when my thoughts
drown in debts
and doubts,
too great to count.

when my ills look more,
and endlessly mount,

I take a few moments,
to count the blessings I have,

and find,
they are uncountable too.

Some days
it would be so easy
to stay in bed
never wake
dream-live in moments
now long gone
go back
to times when life was simpler

lose myself
always and ever
in the place
of innocent not-knowing
that existed
before my greater epoch of lessons

I could stay in that world
and never come back

temptation  
whispers memories in my ear
softly
with a voice that drips with honey
an invitation
to serene insanity

Hello, this is yesterday
wish you were here

with thoughts of they who have left
reaction's mixed

time
has made it seem alright
despite remembering
the anguish
of bereft
and realisation they'd write on my page
no more

I’ve intuition
they have found new light
acceptance has insidiously crept
into my existence
with setting suns

but sometimes
my innate beliefs take flight
excruciatingly expose regret

a deep 'I miss you'
hollow
in my chest

If you've ever heard
the beats of your heart,
you'd realize how great
they are.

their flawless
rhythm and rhyme
make the heart flow smoothly
to form the most
perfect sonnet
about life.

she wakes late
the sun too high
he must be hungry
why hasn’t he cried

the bright (too bright)
lit room
teddies
mobile angels
sway

he is so tiny
but too still
too white

between two heart beats
eternity
splits

her mouth
obedient
opens to scream
but her voice betrays
too thin to penetrate knowledge
that slowly thickens the air

through viscous veils
of unreality
she reaches for him
clutches him tightly
shelters him beneath her heart