My soul intoxicated by the vestiges of emptiness, I let my breath, my fear, evolve into the detriment - that well-defined entanglement of love And desperate, all-embracing, drunkeness. I felt the pang of guilt, my memory, the thirst for lust, my psychology, and my harboured sense of what was once a duty, now a chore. For I had once assumed authority, the one who'd travelled far and wide, But now I felt myself inadequate: The memory fades but not the pride. And so in empty quarters of my soul I chose to redefine myself as whole And in attempt I felt my sanity, though ironically yet not my vanity Till finally I lost not Just my mind... But Everything [more]
A reflection...a desperation drunk eyes try and try a conversation short but much too long twas not the coin this time nor the dice... did the latter clarify? Where too much choice erodes I saw the one way and felt good, or not, but made my decision. Now in his way there is another choice, a reason I will not make excuses but I think I've known what's best!   [more]
A reflection...a desperation drunk eyes try and try a conversation short but much too long [more]
The snow upon the skin The blood upon the lips The hope upon the breast Leaves the whole unblemis [more]
Sometimes I write terribly he said You never do I assure you But of course I do as everybody does [more]
I find myself wholly aligned to the madness of my soul To the ritualistic incantations of my being. [more]
The brow furrowed - it's hard to hide the turmoil, the head, the neck, strained. The eyes set in mo [more]
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