Voice

Unknown syllables escape my mouth
Spouting gibberish rhymes
That make sense only to me
I paint the reality I see
With each annunciation
To no appreciation

All around look to see what to make of it
Yet only see the small
Missing the big picture
Missing the mark
Missing the last of my works
As the sunrises on another day
And light washes away
The shadows with which I play

Now nothing remains

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Moving Through the Rubble Inside — ABCs Of Kink

I was reminded today of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I wanted to share it. I’m not currently breaking up with anyone or drastically changing my life these days, but I’ve been musing on the ups and downs of emotions and mental stability which we wade through as the years go by……

via Moving Through the Rubble Inside — ABCs Of Kink

I always hate when I hear song and find out it’s been out for like 2 years.  Oh well , I love this.

Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely voices talking to me
Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone
And my mother told me son let it be
Sold my soul to the calling
Sold my soul to a sweet melody
Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Burn, burn, burn
Oh, a thousand faces staring at me
Thousand times I’ve fallen
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone
And my mother told me son let it be
Sold my soul to the calling
Sold my soul to a sweet melody
Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Burn, burn, burn
Ghosts and devils come a-calling
Calling my name oh, lost in the fire
Sweet virginial blood is calling
Calling my name oh, lost in the fire
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Burn, burn, burn
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Burn, burn, burn

The calm hours

In the heart of the void
There is nothing
Nothing for you to see
Nothing left to owe
No reason to exist

Only the will to persist
Nothing to you I give
For I no longer grieve
For lost chances and endless dances

I sit among the black
And accept the fate
Of a life absence of love and hate
In balance with the abyss
And nothing left to be missed

A soul in atrophy
Sold for the shiny coin of silver not gold
I am as the world made me
Damned and saved by the flash of thought
And the consequences wrought

Reasons

It wasn’t a relationship
It was a religion
In my love you found
A reason for peace
In your love I found
A reason to war

The fire in your blood
Danced with the ice in my veins
It was enough to drive me insane
With lust and passion
And love after a fashion

All was light
All was bright and right with the world
Then the darkness on the horizon came
The fairy tale ended
The wounds could not be mended
And with no one to blame

All that was left was shame
The scars still show
Where my heart once dwelled
This body nothing but a shell
As the mind checked out so long ago
Just like you

Rainy Day Brainstorms

In the randomness that is my brain. A new idea sprung up replacing the preexisting plan i had conceived. The plan was to write  a book or rather turn a bunch of short stories or ideas into a book. That idea still exists, it’ll be worked on but for now it waits.

As i embark differently towards the creation of something new. And in that something new this exists.

” The common flaw of every age is that mankind thinks they cannot coexist. Every age needs balance. Without Hell there could never be paradise. Ignorance needs knowledge to protect it, While Knowledge needs ignorance so it is thirsted for. Science and magic reflect each other as much as they deflect each other. Reason and faith are like light and dark simply sides of the same coin. For an age to truly be great it must be gray. For neither the mentality of white or black will ever save the day or allow the world to truly grow.”

Yes it’s like sharing pieces of a puzzle without knowing the picture. Yet i felt like doing so.