A Study In Inexact Notions

A study in inexact notionsDifferences upon the prospective sceneOur unruly burdens confound usNothing to save us when life turns mean Yet we can never let apathy rule the dayIn these times, we must be all the more awareKnowing truth can be unpopularYet compassion is the way to genuinely care

Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the daysI wasn’t so perfect, structured or neatRebelling against all humanityCouldn’t tell the difference in defeatA crooked line to followA wrinkled brow upon the figureheadOur dreams fractured when appliedLost within reality’s pragmatism instead

Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams

  Those words come to me in those coffee dreams A spontaneous marvel of literary delight There’s a difference between manufactured beauty & a real beauty, founded by nature’s authentic right But I can’t explain the nuances with the definition I’m not one to judge such subjective whims Focusing on my own qualms & danglingContinue reading “Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams”

Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes

  Can we puncture our transcendent eyes Feeling fantasies no one can understand Trapped behind responsibility & expectation Failing to grasp foundations as we planned The difference in our souls transmit Expounded by the beatings of our hearts Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired But their might will never sever our parts You cannotContinue reading “Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes”