Saturday, January 4, 2014

My Heroin

Every single day
I practice what I'd say
It will be okay
When I finally walk away

Breath of air
Do you dare
Turn to stare
You know I care

I cannot hold
I'm not too bold
This world is cold
I'm getting old

And so again
I let you in
You are my sin
My heroin

Monday, December 9, 2013

Isn't it a gift

Isn't love so liberating
Nothing else exists
Deliberate distraction

Isn't pain so beautiful
Heightens the senses
Simultaneous extremes

Isn't life so fascinating
Cause and effect
Ritualistic self-sabotage

Isn't it a gift
Be grateful
I'm drowning in an empty pool

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Unknown God

A poem by George William Russell


Far up the dim twilight fluttered
     Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
     Star after star they came.

The lights grew thicker unheeded,
     For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
     Our eyes could never see.

Monday, November 11, 2013

A day in the life

A room with no windows
A door with no house
Let's play a game
I'm the cat you're the mouse

Run for the closet
You can't hide from me
What's in the cupboard
Lock the door lose the key

This is only a game
You don't have to cry
Tell me you love me
And don't ask me why

Time for a shower
Will you ever feel clean
Pull back the curtain
On all that you've seen

Tucked in the covers
Now we can sleep
Close your eyes, say a prayer
For my soul to keep

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Goodbye

Pain is real
Love is dead
Screams the voice
Inside my head

A rotten deal
A broken heart
Now my world
Is torn apart

I chose to fall
You chose your lies
Now you can't
Look in my eyes

Your goodbye kiss
Still haunts my dreams
I can't let go
Or so it seems

There are no more
Tears to cry
I can't give up
I have to try

Find a way
To fill this hole
Find the strength
Within my soul

Monday, October 14, 2013

Some things I've realized


I talk too much when I don't write.
I eat too much when I don't cook.
I hurt too much when I don't love.
I yell too much when I don't cry.

side note:  We are all artists inside. How we express that, defines our lives.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Dichotomous

Find the time to lose your mind
Promise me you'll always lie
We ran ahead, got left behind
Now you believe we'll never die

Sometimes real is hard
Sometimes pain is dead
What if all our life
Was only in our head