Looking at myself now, Long held down by the machines, My brain set out to construct, Lost myself between the circitry, Inside a narcistic existance, Buried deeper a soft exterior, Unexposed by the walls of fear, Holding back the world so near, Feeling the crumbling cracks, Myself I, me alone in this concrete hall, Exposed,…
Category: grief
Forgotten Self
Escape, retreat down the regretful halls, Escape, enter into the realm of mystic, Escape, me, I, self, want, desire, Let go, Free, myself of the bond, Free, myself of the chain, Free, myself of the memories, Let go, Drift, away from me thou foul dirty whispers, Drift, away from me thou horrible tool of self…
The End
One day at a time, Foot ahead, foot on the footpath, Ahead, an ending, Will it be the one, One day, one foot, another time, Ahead, the end, Waiting for the foot to end, As time fades away, Laying in the grave, Foot steps ending, For the last time.
Look into My Mirror
Twisted disguise covers my muse, Is it pain, Or, that which amuse, Could it be broken glass, Shredding, cutting leaving the soul, In degraded pain? Looking past tattered soul, Among the mirrored looking glass, Which continues the window of pain, Showing trapped soul, An embodiment of young lad rolling in grass, Who is now a…
Mad Mother
Knows whats it is like for five minutes to be a father, Knows whats it is like to have child torn away, Knows whats it is like to live ten minutes away, Knows whats it is like not having visiting rights, Knows whats it is like watching offspring grow up far away, Knows whats it…
Bad News on the Horizon
Sitting on the chest, Bad news inside, Delivery on the horizon, Waiting on the clock to tick by, Seconds turn to days, While living in a mental health haze, Wondering, what the future holds, Symptoms attack while fumbling in the dark, What else to do, But wait, each day, a horrible wait.
Little Fubu
Her little arms and hands, Extend in my direction, Her smile widens, My eyes brighten, Little Fubu so sweet and mild, Her love I feel, Though I knew we must part, My heart eternally extended, To little Fubu, A daughter of my heart, Her orphan face, Her eyes I see in my dream, Her bite…
Sad
Sad heart stirs on open flame Cooking down sad daily pain Flares of sparks rise up in hope Extinguished by sad tears
Morning Coffee: #5
I miss my Grandmother dearly. We were never close; but, never too far apart to know we loved each other very much. Her phone calls were short, always to the point. She had strong values and a stronger love for family. She anchored many ships in our family and now I see them adrift as…
Morning Coffee: #4
Sipping coffee, listening to ‘Deep Cuts: A Perfect Circle – EP’ ~ Orestes (Demo) ~. What a perfect start to the morning. The pain still sits deep in my chest about my Grandmother’s passing; but, the sun shines around the darkest clouds. Bits of memories, cardinal birds, snowmen, winter holidays, and many table side dinners….
