If I dared write
what’s in my heart,
what’s on my mind,
what drives me on,
I’d attract ants,
and bring bees
to the smell...
I see you, not as words —
not a single quote
or chapter — but as
an unfolding story.
And I love reading the story
that you are —...
"I want to be a writer…"
she said, her solemn
six year old eyes
trained upon the
rumpled by life writer.
"But you can do...
Fractals in the pathos
True religion fractured
The wisest men grey most
And with the wingspan of some pterodactyl
We’re too afraid to stay...
It never was like this before,
It used to be a ink black tsunami,
That swallowed and covered all,
But it was before I actually got a chance,
To live as myself a little bit,
To grow as a human being,
And see this thing called life,
That changed it all.
Now, in heart, mind, and soul,
There is an unrelenting war being fought,
Both sides wanting diferent things,
One wanting nothing more,
Than to see this mysterious thing known as life,
To see all wonders in this world,
To fully experience this thing concept of humanity,
To live with all aspects of the soul.
But there is the opposing faction,
Who still supports the ink black disaster,
And vies for destruction,
Seeing and sewing only sin and corruption,
But only as means to an end,
For one so tainted by all it’s methods will be willing,
To submit to it’s true goal,
This faction wants nothing more than to die.
It’s unrelenting, this war in me,
It expends all my energy,
All I can do is try to see,
If I can help that light in me,
And I can usually give them artillery,
But I’ve got to pick it up from the pharmacy,
But sadly, it never gives a victory.