I have broken myself down into my most basic parts. That which makes me up, that which tears me down. Solid and headstrong, for only I, know what's right. Prone to such weakness and indulgence even so,   For I want more than to survive.   To one end of nature, or the other end of nurture, And back again. The middle ground is a filament invisible, A tenuous thread that holds me together. That I can neither see, nor feel, n...

What people don’t realise is that death isn’t what they think it is. ~ You find yourself in a waiting room…Sitting comfortably on the couch. It’s not too cold, it’s not too warm…It even comes complete with old school elevator type music. They probably figured a setting as familiar as a doctor’s office would be calming, but then they never met my orthodontist. He is still very much alive and torturing little children with...

The love we let subside, the fear we try to so hard to hide, the hopes we dare not speak, and the nightmares we keep alive   Whether it's depression's blight, jealousy's sabotaging bite, or simple resentment and spite, all act as condemnations for the self   A host of symptoms that serve to bind, we give into loneliness and despair, pop the pills we are prescribed, or simply pretend that we're alright   We cower behind wh...

Every second is a life time with every minute bringing you closer to God, with nothing seen but red lights which make your body seem to burn. With a minute in the sunshine seems to translate sometimes as a decade in the dark a world away as it takes part in a dream. Still, there are times when it all remains like those finest simple threads when you feel you can’t clear your head, and somehow all is kept together with mos...

Seeing the Devil sitting on the doorstep telling everyone how to live, and what about the place we call home? With there being so many times it seems we live out our lives as if we are in chains and in most cases, don’t realise that we have the keys to those chains, with the escape in most cases being sleep. Most think we can just go back and it just makes no sense with the enemy residing deep within as one step is taken...

With all our chasing here and there,we get so busy with life’s chores,we barely have time for air,while we constantly seek moreStop for just a moment,leave behind the daily grind,all the worries and torment,the thoughts on your mindClose your weary eyes,and let yourself see,take a breath, release a sigh,just let yourself merely beThe Sun’s warmth on your face,a quiet moment under the night sky,the thrill of adrenaline’s r...

A warm and muggy night,a frenzied city in respite,the clouds overhead shine,from all the city lightsConcrete blocks stacked to the sky,reaching to the clouds up high,within a city of millions,but not a known soul nearbySurrounded by an endless sea,filled with sleeping neighbors,here alone, I can be free,a chance to simply beThere are always others about,from the neon-lit bars,to clubs where they dance and shout,until last...

There seems to be something in the air, with most knowing it’s right and the lamp is burning low with the air being silent in the darkness held at bay by the lamp’s feeble light on this winter night. Been told I would feel nothing and I wonder how these cuts will heal and if they will leave more scars of where I have been that the sun’s dark light won’t ever heal? I know there is a light that most can’t see and it shouldn...

Standing here taking in all of what was seen, and wondering if I act accordingly will each minute count for something in all eternity? With conviction seeming to be following all the accusations made, and the crimes and misdemeanors are all clearly undefined with them still giving away time to be served of some kind. While all look around for their possibilities down by the riverside, as the leaves slowly turn brown with...

I am not who most think I am and I am not a traitor to those and those things I believe in, and I know there are worse things than death and carry my mistakes as I try to hide all of my regrets. I have dropped my guard rarely, and it is time to make peace with that one essential truth feeling now a days as if I am on the run. These might be the thoughts you and I both have that may be the thoughts torturing us through our...

Standing here in the courtyard and leaning against the wall wondering why I have been directed to be here at this moment, and instead I know I should be heading out and keep on keeping on down the line. I know that there is one out there who will haunt me along with those secret souvenirs shared, and those are some of the thoughts that keep me warm at night along with the symmetry and shadows that make up the picture I ca...

There are times when it seems I just can’t understand some things that just might be so clear, and yes, I am guilty of being hard on myself just like many others are on themselves. Still, there might be a last time that might be drawing clear with the second hand catching as it always does. Yet, so much has been wrong and it is doubtful if it can ever be put to right, just like hearing familiar voices on the wind which ha...

Sitting here and hoping I can find assurance that my doubts will finally leave with the first step being the one that’s believed in. I don’t know if I am heading down or falling from grace, and feeling those warm winds blowing here under those hard-blue skies and wondering if I am heading into the calm of an eye of a storm? Still there is no other place than I think I would rather be, though I might have doubts to where I...

Having it seem to be that I am caught off guard and not really prepared for the rest, and have the feeling that some prayers never reach the sky and I guess the same can be said about some wounds never healing as well as there being some wars that never end and continue to rage and sting. I have been a rebel for most of my days, and have always strived to be an individual, and not go along with the pack. As well as being...

Take just a step cried the sad man, and take a look down into the madness along with the patient queues headed for the gallows as songs can be heard for the hallowed. With only fear breaking the silence as all kneel and pray for guidance, as you tread the road above the abyss with a look down at the madman. While only spectres are the only ones who still have pity out in the alleys and streets of the cities when the flame...