If I could, I’d make it right — But I’m afraid I’d make it wronger first
The night is full of ghosts, but not The kind that you can see; It is the sound of your regrets, The ghosts of memory The sounds of laughter, once, that your Desire turned to tears; The crying that turned angry, as You dirtied with the years And sullied everything, with all Your selfishness and … Continue reading "The Ghosts of Memory"
He lost her long ago, he thinks, And she was lovely, soft and sweet — But somewhere there, amid the drinks, She left and said, “I won’t repeat This stupid hope I have that you Will love me like you used to do.” “It’s true,” he thinks, “that came to pass,” Then pours himself another … Continue reading "A Distilled Moment"
He walked beside the frozen lake Remembering when she was here, The days of love and happiness That gave way to the night of fear, And loneliness, and jealousy, With all their ruination — And yet, it’s like she’s back again Just seeing this Location
the wash that happens in the wake of passions leading to mistake will fast define the way we see ourselves, within our misery but do not view yourself as such, though others use that portal — for human is as human does, and we are merely mortal
You touched me soft beneath the cool and weightless sky, And love, you were intent on my deliverance — But locked inside this sometimes fool, a lonely guy Was reaching for a reason why: ambivalence Was all I knew, or’d ever known — Insanity — You touched me soft, but … Continue reading "You touched me soft…"
those thoughts we think but never say like darkness on the edge of day; till grief comes knocking on our door and leaves us lonely, sick and poor in seasons of our reticence, mid symbols laced with sorrow — todays we spend in timeless rue, because we sold tomorrow
Another phase, another type of platform, A place to launch, a time to say goodbye; A thousand things we meant to do, but didn’t, The Fir-tree and The Catcher In The Rye The literary lessons learned in losing, The hopes of soaring ‘neath a brand new sky — Another phase, another type of platform, … Continue reading "A Place to Launch"
signs and wonders all around, portents of divinity; summer moving forward is, vectors and infinity parasails in paradise, storms within vicinity; parabolic summer days, vectors and infinity riches shame, lovers game, there’s no secret but the name left alone, by a throne, broken free, with none to own — ocean plays a sorrow song, taste … Continue reading "vectors and infinity"