Few can see it comingBut oh yes it will comeLike a rising ball of magmaAs hot as the burning sunThrough the rock it is pushingBuilding, rising every dayMaybe you cannot see itMaybe you hope it will go awayBut oh yes it is comingSee the fissures in the landBoiling clefts of dissentTalk of which is bannedWhispers, quiet whispersHush now, the powers come“Stop the wicked words,” they say“Back to your mental slum.”But the sear...

My Truth is Lonely. I imagine yours is, too. Mine can’t be shared; I suspect the same for you. Truth weighs heavily upon its owner because Truth destroys. Only fools say “Just tell the Truth. It’s the best thing to do.” Revealing a Truth always harms someone it seems. Typically Someone I know. Someone I love. I suspect the same for You. Is Truth measured by the amount of harm it causes? Truth’s a secret we hold and withho...

The only true beauty in her life. It shall always be a secret. Deception is the thrill, wonder, and exquisite pain she feels. She absorbs it each time surreptitious contact is made.  Complete and utter trust. Accepted and used. She lives in wonderment that she found it. Just for her. Just for them. To share. Only a dreamy fantasyland.  But more real than reality in the yearning, boundless hallways of her mind. A world vis...

---“It’s not him, is it, Jack? It’s just not him.” My mother’s despairing words were a mournful poem that reverberated inside my head whenever I visited the hospital. She was so right. The wizened shell inhabited by something totally alien was a parody of the father I had known. Those chafing images implanted in my head threatened to bury the good that had gone before. Sitting there, in that clinical cleanliness, the odou...

In any relationship with another Should we seek to know the unvarnished truth; And if we did what would be the effect, On our feelings, even for a brother? Would the surface of our lives still be smooth Or would the disclosure of each defect In their character be so harrowing To create a rift beyond repairing? Wiser perhaps to gratefully accept That ignorance may be the better way, And some things should remain hidden fro...

As we stand on the edge of catastrophe,A despairing poet, I can no longerFollow my Zen like some hippie troubadour,Riding my Harley across the dusty roadsWith my battered old Gibson Les Paul guitarSlung careless across my faded denim coat,Seeking for enlightenment in the oily dregsOf yet another warm dirty MartiniIn a sordid bar on the edge of nowhere.Nor yet follow the rollicking exampleOf my illustrious forbear Ben Jons...

You know what's funny? How easy it is to give up on something you cared so much about. You constantly tell yourself that you could never give up that something, whether it be a hobby, a loved one, or even yourself. The last is surprisingly easy though, a few blows to your ego and...                                                                                               POW!                                           ...

Tale 1 A little boy was fond of a little girl who was studying next class. They lived in a beautiful small town. Then, the little boy picked the wildflowers on the roadside for the little girl after school every day. The little girl was very glad to have the gift. She always showed a lovely smile on her face when the little boy handed her the flowers. He always blushed with a chuckle, whenever he saw her lovely smiling fa...

The journey truthward is undertaken along a tortuous path connected along the way to the many avenues of ideology.One must be fervent to maintain the path you set out on against the arresting appeals of false understanding which beg at all sides for your surrender to their embrace.Comfort is found in their pervasive viewpoints which set the world in such a way that it can now be understood completely through the lens of c...

Tell me truthfully how it came about,Explain to me where things went so astray,That joyful certainty should turn to doubt,Those bright flowers of love stained by decay.My aching heart is full of unnamed fears,Dreading to hear the unforgiving truth,Assure me that all will not end in tearsThat time itself will be unable to soothe.Speak words to prove my disquiet baseless,Merely unreal spectres sent to tormentBy the demons t...

A picture perfect moment and such a lovely gown of pure white, glamorously gliding over the floor as she spun around. Twirling into strong arms, surrounded by a sea of faces, all of which smiled. Genuine happy faces that looked on, joyful expressions that overshadowed the two dancing. A blissful scene between them and the crowd, it blurred at the edges and the flowing music began to sound rhetoric and hollow. Soon the son...

I am crazy about youMad about you tooYou are on my mindBoth day and nightYou're my gift from aboveI smile at your laughterI shake for your touchWhen you sing to meI like it very muchThere is nothing to compareWhen you hold me closeYour breath in my hairYour snoring calms my soulAll my trust and faithIs in you, my dearYou have never let me down And I know you never will

The Baroness led her ancient Grandmother into her spacious marble bathroom where she drew her a bath. She took the gown the Queen had worn and carefully folded it before placing it in up in a large plastic bag. She would find a master tailor to see if it could be cleaned and repaired.While the Queen soaked she fetched a bathrobe from her closet for her to wear. She returned and showed her how to use the handheld sprayer t...

If I should find space in your memoryonce the seconds have drained from my timeI pray I'm remembered just as I wasI hope I'm not placed too highNot keen on leaving a saintly reputeeven saints have sinned in their heartsDon't think the bad or the good of meJust keep them as fat as they areRemember that I was giving--but don't forget that my temper was hotRemember I looked on the bright side--but don't forget that at times...

I know that you have said that everyone lies and that everyone tells little white lies, and I guess I am the same. My name. I’ve told you. That is true. I am who I say I am. I am yours as you’ve asked me to be. But I sit here, thinking of the little white lies and am struggling to find those that I have told you. I look around and see, what appears to be, no trace of the real me. But this I know for certain, I hide behind...