Feeding TimeHere I hang Cold, stainless steel Supports my girth In this dark abattoir Of meaningless mirth Do not Nervously nibble Or tentatively taste Bite Rip Rend Leave nothing to waste Voraciously chew Selfishly swallow Gnaw on my bones Suck out the... See More » (1)
Feel the Truth“Kiss me” I whisper softly Kiss me hard So that I can tell Whether your words are full of weight Or just empty promises -ghost
...Broken...I wish I knew time Had expired Before depositing More emotional currency Into a broken Machine -ghost
Please Your PaletteWatch and laugh As I falter For I am no rock Of Gibraltar Just a castle made of sand Built on memories and hope Full of delusions of grandeur But smaller in scope So raise a glass to your lips Of this bastards brew Plunge your ladle in the cauldron... See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnThe pain in your eyes Doesn’t shield me from the lies You tell yourself Stop feeding me Your Passionless plates of platitudes I’ve had enough I’m full
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnOn a curious but often barren world You are an oasis of words Providing much needed sustenance For this famished soul As I attempt to digest and decipher Every mood and meaning Of this mirage That is the desert flower
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnOld Friend I saw an old friend So I went up to say hello I was shocked by his appearance He looked old, tired, and slow I asked how he was How had he been? He sighed when he answered “So many things I wish I had seen. I thought I had time But it’s... See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnIn The Garden It is here we meet Under cover of darkness To share tiny morsels of the truth “Feed it to me.” she whispers And I am more than willing to oblige She offers a taste of her bittersweet nectar And I eagerly devour every last drop On and... See More »
