Stutter Stop

Without reason or rhyme

It was only a matter of time

That will echo in minds

For what they will find


Without a whisper or a scream

Comes the end of the dream

It was not a nightmare, you see

Yet it was not fantasy


It simply was

And it simply wasn’t

The complications of expectations

Of something better

Feeling meant for something greater

Yet surviving instead as one does


A choice is made

A choice that has no true consequence

That leaves no voice to be heard

Only the melancholy of silence

For there is no word


That can truly explain all the pain

That dwells in the brain of one not quite yet insane

The heart grows lazy

As the soul goes crazy


The will to pump blood staggers and stutters

As the mouth only mutters

The last gasp of words that come to mind

It was only a ……….



The common brutality

Of a civilized society

It not lost upon me

It’s there for all to see

There for all to know

Yet all they do is enjoy the show


Feeding off the drama

Forgetting karma

Living in the agony

Glorifying the infamy


One or a thousand fall

The number matters little at all

Just another day

Just another story

Blazing across in its 1080 glory

A true testament to the God we pray


The god of violence

Who bestows the everlasting silence

The peace of the grave

To the old and the young

The weak and the the strong

Be they a coward or brave

The GOD of death

Whom we meet with our last breath

Shore of Dreams

I sit here upon the shore of dreams

Awaiting the tides of nightmares

I see in the reflections, history repeating

As if the world around keeps forgetting

What came before and never goes away

The petty hates and little lies

The fallen tears that everyone cries

As the world slips backwards

Into the dark age

Instead of forwards

Into the golden age


All that’s left in this heart of mine is rage

Rage and wrath for all that is wrong

For that can’t hear the song

And yet I keep in its cage

For I have grown use to the mindless bickering

And await the only for sun’s flickering


Apathy and sarcasm

The weapons of choice

In a time of the silence

And when truth has no voice

And is lost to the mindless orgasm

Of the meek

And only the celebrants are the weak

For they are winning

As the strong sit idle and consume themselves

With the petty

Confused and bedazzled by the pretty


So here I rest upon this shore

Now and forever more

A crow hoping for a murder

To take things further

And end this dreaming

With nothing but the universe screaming


Some beg and some borrow

Some bring joy and others sorrow

Some stay and some go

Some I’ll never forget

Some I’ll never remember

Here in this cold December

Even if you insist it’s May

I feel the winters chill and know this is the darkest day

In a time of warmth the winds blow cold

Upon scars of old

Wounds that open daily that resist

The Healing of time

And demand to exist