Nebula

Everybody hurts sometimes,in the grip of a hasty ciphers.Decisions sometimes leave menot but some survivor. I hear of the chasms deep calm,under rock and stone ponds.We are connected and collectedtogether in the great beyond. Tell of the windows to a soulI am sometimes out of control.But the things that bring Springin my seasons I now…

Twisted Thought

My sweet mother was raw,dear she said I wasn’t was she saw. She told me over again to gobe a man of honor but not bold. Sweet mother earth receive me,for twisted devices men deceiving. My sweet mother said son comeas we all fall to bed under the sun. Mother hear me call raw desolate,blind…

For The Rain Of Pain

I am not well and no,no attention will sustain.This world cold makesinside me a soul it rains. What is this gift I havethat you’ve given me?I can see past the rainnow and just be. The logic I employedis gone and it’s good.For I’ve always wantedthings I never should. I can’t believe your eyeshave released me…

The Cold Rose

Shiver in the colda live rose feels a bitethat it battles and fightsonly to fall in night.Failing with inactionthey say be brave and mighty;falling faces as I walk bythe injury tilts me slightly.Rather than the gripsof all of my vices resoluterestraining me I valuesuch guidance absolute.I look into the cold andsee all wickedness graspme in…