Month: May 2017
Once I’ve Gone Away
The problem with the best things we possess Is that they are so sure to rot and die. Although we may not want to say goodbye, It is a fact to which we acquiesce. The good times that we use to decompress Have limits with which we must just comply. They are so limited in ...
The Voices
They come to us at dusk, Just as surely as the moon, Ready to dismantle us With sickly twists of truth. "What a weak, pathetic thing you are, A sad and meager joke. Do you know that they are laughing As you struggle and you choke? How long 'til they abandon you, and tire of ...
Shoving Concrete
My friend said these words to me yesterday: "How long do you think you can keep this up?" I told him, "However is long enough." He laughed at me in a most loving way. We sat, we talked for the rest of the day. "At what point do you say it's just too tough?" I ...
No Reason Yet to Budge
I have not a single reason To be trusting of you yet. Which is not to make a statement either way. But I have felt the knife before, And I will not forget, The scars upon my back that shall remain. If you are borne of malice, How would I really know? And how stupid ...
For the Glory of the King
O by the Glory of King And by His right to all the Land, I sail and then I sing. I bring His Flag across the Sands. The Righteous Will of God; I bear a Rifle and a Ring For the Glory of the King! Upon this Ship a Navy, And within my hands a ...
What We Never Say
A common misconception I see people have today: 'What we want to tell the world, Is known through what we say." Alas, that is a farce. I know this to be true. Look instead for words unsaid And what they will not do. It is a simple thing To gaze into one's eyes, To lie ...
Slipping Away
If I should dare to be so bold, I say: Have you ever met a man quite like him, Whose heart and mind was so gold or akin? Whose allure was strong and sure as the day? He, that whom you cannot resist his ways Whose tempting touch, though pure and such, is sin, With ...
Breathe No More
With what words could I hope to possibly define The dizzying array of thoughts and hope I get And the queasy vomit that your eyes do beget? Oh what sweet and piteous woe to call you mine. What awful noxious fumes arise from words refined. Stopping Earth upon its axis to not end yet The ...
