Life( A thought)

Life is full of many wonderful and terrible things. None more wonderful love, music and art. They leave you changed . The great loves, the stirring sounds and beautiful art fill you with passion. And perhaps make you strong enough to withstand the terrible side of life. The loss that comes with everything wonderful.


Something Old

There comes a time when all loves die, when only the hollow withered husk remains. When all is for not and reason is lost to tide of despair that washes in. The good forgotten and the ill is all that remains to guide you on your path . When that occurs all you can do is cry for the world you lost and steel yourself for the world that will be created by the flames of the dying feelings you felt. Brace your self for the long winter to come as the heart repairs and you move on.

The final trick

​The father, the son, and the Holy Ghost

It’s my sanity I miss the most

Lost it to the game I didn’t want to play

Scratching out existence day to day

Living the life till I die

Where everything and everyone is illusion and a lie

Knowing what could be 

Yet the history I cannot see

Still onward I move with nothing to lose

Going foward by going backwards is the path I choose

Down the left hand path of individuality 

Instead of following the right hand path that leads to conformity 

Finding no solace to the shame

Nor knowing no fame 

Nor seeming infamy

In a time of misplaced anitnimy 

I travel ever forward

With a shield of melancholy 

And lust filled sword 

That cuts me with each thrust

For all of those I trust

My victory in life 

Will be my death to the knife 

I will die as I lived 

Winning by phyric 

Is all that is left of me to give 

Thus revealed my final trick