Spent an eternity wondering If that was me Blindly locked in, True form, mirror trapped, reflected. What has been seen Remains a mystery still, Like the source of life, All that is, all that we are. If death truly was the healer, And life, the most gruesome lessons, Where does that leave Our presence on this fickle earth? Why is there no peace For the innocent, Hope for the lost, Love for the weary. Each streak of blood Through these persons Has been a thousand lifetimes O

You are with the earth, The night, and sky listening for vices, Chasing Everglades. If the morning comes And we still remain, Call the hallows chariots, Hellhounds, guardian deities. Refrain from being the prisoner, Absconding with moral decadence. Primordial being, Malevolence encased; cursed. Wait, wait, There’s still something in the air; Sinister, cold, Alluded to repeatedly. If there is paranoia, Then withhold this memory. Still, silent, profound, Do not deject into

Staring out the glass locked payne, Lost in the droplets of rain That nourish the earth, Our final resting place. The wind howls, And the trees sway to their will while The sun still hides its face. Here, now, the gloomy clouds are triumphant still. Who tells the sun when to rise, Who commands the elements in obedience, The powers ever starry with their gaze, The balance imbued in nature. I watch, subconsciously Mesmerized by the streaks Of dirt snuffed out By heavens tears

Something like a heartfelt apology, Lost words from a broken soul. You will find me where the storms winter, Where the sky, and lands enclave Soaring with every depiction of grace. An essence unbound by time nor The constraints of life. Where do we belong? Is it in the Nature that nourishes us, The sands of the hourglass Which have formed our foundation, Or the inescapable ambivalence Of this erratic world? I am here, Present in this life But not in the past ones. Only frag

Deep breaths, Calm, composed, Spiralled thoughts, Solitude. Modelled from the very essence Prime, and raw, Carved from the sands of time Beauty undefined. Hourglass, barely trifling, Breath slowly stills, Fixed gaze upon beauty that is, Not a shroud of spite in sight. Work of art, Nature’s very own, Transcendent beauty, Pure heart well known. First steps in a perfect duality, Lightweight foot ahold, Minimal pacing, Primal stories told. Formed from ashes Dust and clay, M

Sometimes we latch onto things; Ones that never seem to go away. Feelings, emotions, thoughts, People, times, and places. We are reminded each passing day The uncertainty of the world We know not the indignant truth Which tomorrow bears in its bosom; Yet time, and time again, We try to protect ourselves from it, From that harsh unjust truth; The very ones we need to accept. Each life is a treasure. One that another cannot take, Superseding social essence, And embracing a supr

Take me back to the beginning Let me hold the hands of fate Let me turn the tides And clock the hands of time I reminisce, light moments The moments I spent with you The best times of my life Memories I can never let go of I sit here, pondering Where it all went wrong Where we faulted, Where I, faulted You were perfect I really wanted nothing more I couldn’t just discern Reality from fiction I stand here now In my fallen light Slowly fading Glowing dim I need you now more tha