Born from dust we paint a picture,
Time turns and the wind blows
the picture we create is our own.
For some solitude is a DEMONS LECTURE,
For some solitude GRACE
For some it's simple ALONE
For some its MADNESS
For ME it is the essence of SADNESS

Taming Of the Beast

this creature lives
inside of me
feasting on
antipathy

the naming of
my dark twin
I hold at bay
just beneath my skin

it lies in wait
below the seeming
of my flesh facade
of my distressed screaming

its foul breath
could etch tempered glass
a poison brew
could kill en masse

still on its chain
I give receipt
of paper and pen
to spew dire deceit

From somewhere the question comes:
how so?
There's ink in my saliva.
I'm scratching the surface
of the moon with a poem rising.
Do not mourn for me, never yet born,
don't you hear my silence out there
in the stardust, expanding infinity?

I am only a figment of your imagination,
locked inside
your living perception, isolated by needy words.
You'll never know the real me, unless you know
the real you, waves that touch the sun
must first unclench
their grasp of sea.

Cradled in innocent fairy tales
Misery makes impressions on her audience
Ever since ancient times it crowds the stages

Every dream broken like the hopes of yesterday
Victory seems sweet, when surrounded by defeat
No white flags when your enemy is within
Failure’s voice seems so paternal
Until you realize passion’s gift is eternal

Growing sick of this realm , so we build our own
No kings to serve only the appetite of a soul
The snakes of corruption grow in number
As the priests of honesty cower away silently