Quiet Practice Of Language

Quiet practice of language Where saints lay desecrated Discarded words & their meanings Grizzled by dreams we’ve created Continuing on is our only option In spite of our demon’s desires Internal resolve beats steadily Rising once more; trial by fire

As The World Continues To Burn

As the world continues to burnThere’s a lot we’re going to missEven still, thou shall support the arts& grant thy poet a kiss

One Must Be A Seeker

One must be a seekerTo discover unique truth amongst the thornsHead down, hiding that grime I feel insideI’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn Trying to eek out a stable existenceWith all these storms heading my wayBut you have to want to be something moreNever content at the beginning of the day We’re bordering on

I Don’t Know What The Hell I’m Doing

I don’t know what the hell I’m doingI’m just trying to feel my way throughThis existence offers many pitfallsWorking within our struggles, those BluesThere’s only one way to survive hereYou’ve got to continue to fight your urgesFinding the right path to paradisePiecing together words to sing the dirty dirges

Dodging Trains With The Lost Boys

Dodging trains with the Lost BoysFeeling free in the midnight hourNothing can keep us on the groundLaughing in faces of those who wish us dourFreedom begins with your own soulNo matter the toilsome tasks or nautical milesI’ll smirk & continue to playFor there’s a revolution within my smile   Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay