And what if, instead, I turned to the leech and said, “Drink your fill, my love.”
Read moreShards of Shrapnel
With shards of shrapnel in my heart, Do I piece myself together or pull myself apart?
Read moreApparition
I’m a ghost, an apparition I’m found but profoundly missin’ I spook, I scare “Is he here or not really there?” Corporeal or ethereal The stares pass through me Even from those who think they knew me How could they? They don’t recognize the new me. When the soul is lost can the…
Read moreWrong is Real
If an ounce of prevention is a worth a pound of cure, Where is the truth that we’re searching for? When black is white and white is black, How can we bring our demons back? Vice become salve, crack becomes valve When we feel, we heal; to be wrong is to be real
Read moreMindsweeper
Old files for miles, too vast to compile Their formats corrupted, their contents defiled Upload, download, unload, reload Sweep the mine, sweep the mind Mindsweeper, clear the cache All this data makes my hardware crash
Read moreAncient Aegis
The familiar horn blows Igniting throes and woes Daggers in the dark Smothering the spark To arms! Wield the shield! Ancient Aegis to protect and heal Will falter. Won’t yield. My crest is my own Unto flesh it is sewn Unlike that of my clan For I am my own man
Read moreCollaboration or Competition
I continue to weep for the insidious creep of competitive culture as it secures its tendrils around the roots of the saplings of our youth. It is bred. It is cultivated. Even amongst children playing their newly-invented imaginary games, the desire to win at all costs is harvested daily. It is the bitter fruit borne…
Read morePersistent Resistance
“Throwing a wrench into it” is as apt an idiom as I can presently ponder, as like ants, we all wander. To resist is to inherently oppose. To oppose is a karate chop to the nose as far as harmony goes. It’s like a minor chord in a major key, but on purpose and spitefully….
Read morePeel, Feel, Heal
Condescending barbs, shrapnel of disregard, incessantly bombard an increasingly bleeding heart REACT, RETRACT, REDACT We don’t question the obscure, while illusionists fake rapport, steal our stage for their encore EAT, BLEAT, REPEAT War is at our door, blaring lies we’ve heard before, our morals now on the floor POINT, SHOOT, REBOOT Deafening…
Read moreDrab Sands of Time
Possession is a poisonous vine It shackles the body and clutters the mind For what do I ever possess that’s mine? Career is a sham, a clever design For what would I rather glean from the grind: Glistening gold or the drab sands of time? But choice is a luxury finer than wine It isn’t…
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