Fragments of memories seem to be surfacing from places down deep, and many a road I have been heading down and trying to find what’s in my mind with each passing day. And I know that one can become accustomed to living with memories, with there being times when I feel so alive and having my heart feel like it is opened up like a shotgun blast. Nobody seems to care where I am going or where I am from, and occasionally I am...

Their cunning voices coyly soothed his fear.Their whispers damp and cool, a subtle treat. They tempted him with pledges, in each ear, To sate his every bliss, most welcomed feat. The charms of ageless beauty drew him nigh.Pervasive sparkling visions swelled his dreams.Soft dainty fingers stroked, eyes meet his eye, Lest he resist such sweet seductive schemes.They trusted he would not withstand desire,Each nymph beguiling...

With every breath I breathe there are times when I can see and feel what life has dealt to me, and I find myself looking for a singular touch of heavenly grace and maybe a taste of a divine rush. As I get asked from all around me; who’s side am I on and why do I seem to be looking for a dream of life again? I might be a little bit weaker than I used to be and I might be forgotten but, I’m not gone, and remember seeing the...

Right. It is true. I have been waiting for you. I have hoped and held on, always humming our song, but I was wrong. At first, I missed your touch and longed for you to be near, even though you are always right here. I made a move and sought a hug, but in return, you hissed and shrugged me away. I was sure it was just for a day that things would be this way.It's just a phaseVacant daysNext, I missed your love for me which...

I seem to have done it again and found myself back here where I have been so many times before and I know that there is no one else to blame for those actions I have done. And seem to have lost my way down the line again, and with every breath I take it seems as though I see all that life has dealt to me. Wishing for something new and possibly a guiding light that cuts through this darkness which is currently surrounding...

Sitting here afraid to lose control and I am being called out on many fronts it seems, and seems I have wasted both breath and time, all while it feels as if I am thinking myself to death. Having been born without the current fear felt, and the only thought that seems clear; is I need to move and need to fight. Feels as if anything I say is from something I seem to have read, and been doing my thinking with my heart inste...

Is one allowed just to cherish,Or must one also offer their love. Do the two walk hand in handAs we did once in better times. So simple yet complexWhen we plumb the depthsOf definite devotion. And there was a deep devotionFor me. At least, for me. I still cherish the thoughts,The memoriesOf time spentTouching Together and acrossThe void. Still cherish. Would it ever be possible To once moreFeel the presence of that cheris...

I am tiredOf being that girlThat staysUntil you miss meThat waitsFor you to need meThat longsWhile you ignore meI'm tired of being herI knowI can't have youYou knowI won't take youNo loveHave we madeNo loveShall we loseWe have nothing to chooseNothing scarredNothing bruisedIsn't that right?My eyes piercing nightYour mouth agapeNot a word you makeBut you know it is trueI never loved youIf I didI'd have told youGoodbye to y...

All of this time when I look back there were too many voices and too many lies that were heard and told, and I was chasing a lifetime that would eventually steal my soul as I was losing all control. We all have fears and demons to deal with and the only thing that is really needed right now is honesty. And every moment is a breath and a chance to live again, with the truth driving out the fears in most cases. And looking...

It's the end of times, People pray for their lives. And where were you when we needed a hand to hold? And where were you when faith ran away? The children die as their mothers cry, Our lives just pass, Like grains of sand falling into the hourglass, Like the pieces falling off our house. The promised land, our paradise, Seems to dim, Just like a breaking light. The gates of hell, Opened on birth, Closer to death, Burn hot...

Looking around and seeing all the damage that has been done, and it seems as if there is no end in sight and I am looking for a miracle. I might have done wrong and just want be there when the dark morning light explodes across the skies and see you if I can and hear you catch your breath when you laugh instead of cry. There is a long road behind me with a thousand miles of memories some good and others bad, with there al...

Come with me to a world others shun To a world of death and destruction Here you will find no absolution For the Beast rules with condemnationWhere your mind believes the deception Your hatred becomes your obsession Here your sorrow turns to addiction The Horror inflicts your confusionWhere your strength falters to corruption Your power will yield to starvation And you will fall to cold dejection The Monster demands satia...

RANDOM THOUGHTS My dreams disappear, once the morning wakes me. The nights are soothing, compared to the frenetic life. Once I sleep, It feels as if I had died, maybe that is why I'm so sad, once I wake back to being alive. I just want to keep a slow pace, while everyone is in a hurry to get to no place. The runs blends the rainbow all together,  until it's all just white. I just want to enjoy the nights, before there is...

That look she casts over her naked shoulder,the long expanse of smooth alabaster skin.The knowing painter's eye examines ever deeper,while I hardly would know where to begin.The elongated supple spine and velvet skininvite the gentle touch of ling'ring fingertips.And yet her gaze denies the hitheringand holds voyeurs at bay with pouting lips. What calculus did Ingres maketo paint the brimming passion chilled,the smothered...

An ancient hollow down that twisting lane Damp mists caressed and kissed with early dew.Twas always such a deep and drear terrain Where dusty serrate leaves the oaks would strew.Bare feet were jostling piles as we would stroll,While touching sweating palms, along a path.Then innocently kissed upon a knoll And saw beyond the glen that far off strath. We dreamt of living where all joy was green,Where people didn't spread th...