August 17, 2017

The loudest
Only silent
In death.

All is well

August 16, 2017

Remember that young fool,
Care free and wanting to give lust
Dressed up on a cheap suit
He called love?
Yeah the one the girls told
He could spend the night
If he’d stay and grow old?
Well sir, have you looked
In a mirror as of late?
I hate to break the news
But one of those girls won
And that young fool?
He did lose.
At least in the last lust of love.
By mistake
He stepped in love
And realized the fool he was
Now old, but happy.
All is well.

Dark spirits

August 15, 2017

The night is always
Sitting in the back of mind
Darkness please be gone

What to give

August 14, 2017

The days slip by
Faster than I can blink
Suddenly tomorrow
Never do I sleep
Alas this is life
The way I pick to live
If only I could stop
And understand what to give

A dark nights travel

August 13, 2017

When Isaiah lights the fire
We can gather round
Telling stories, drinking
Pretending to be profound.
The Truth slips by
In the grey of night
Often incomplete
Compared with daylight
But the stories are fine
When darkness settles in
Often of journeys
All riddled in sin
Home and away
Seem oh so near
The dark and the vastness
No longer bring fear
So dear Isaiah
Please do light the cord
For if we don’t start chatting
We’ll all die in this fjord


August 12, 2017

These unsettling days
Seem to number more
As time goes by
This troubled state
At the hilt of war
Pushes further
Into the darkness
Of ego and id
Trying to wag
An imaginary sword
Or something else
Equally pointed
But clearly,
Like the hands
Of a failed leader
Too small
To be noticed


August 11, 2017

The summer sure wanes
As autumn sneaks a new
Bringing the cool
Air on through
Soon enough
It’ll be cold and rough
As winter comes
Grey and blue