Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A seed grew,
without care,
without time,
without nourishment.
It grew on its own
and though there were those who tried to drown it,
those it loved who tried to starve it,
those it didn't know who tried to burn it;
that seed flourished,
because in the end
life still goes on.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Sentimental Fool

Sentimental fool and the resourceful tool.
Blinding reality, temptation is everywhere.
Don't speak.
What makes us who we are is what we do,
How we treat those close to us and how we treat the few.
Belief in the truth not in the ultimate good.
Resist darkness for it is everywhere even if not chosen to be seen.
People are not always who they seem.
They can stomp on hearts to satisfy their own,
and they always stomp on the sentimental fool.

Friday, October 7, 2011

The stars of the night are calling me home. That is where I belong. That is where my souls half resides. Oh that million mile separation burns through my core and leaves my ashes forever trapped in this limbo of my own creation.

Monday, June 20, 2011


Fixtures in life
tend to sink you to the core,
as people fade in the distance
leaving your eyes sore.
New fixtures may be invigorating
and leaving you wishing for more,
don't forget the people who have cared longer
they are the ones you should adore.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Lines on the Sand

I once walked a straight line
unknown to myself.
I was what others believed I should be.
I once walked a dotted line
unknown to myself.
I was a fraction of what I knew I should be.
I once walked a crooked line
unknown to myself.
I was what they wanted me to be.
I walk a solid line.
I am what I am.
I am who I am.
Independent and solitary of thought.
No one can touch this.