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

The Frivolity Of Her Words

The frivolity of her words Wishing they had deeper meanings Sunk down low in her chair The cafe the source of her scheming Dim lights allowing her to see Answers within these tea leaves Burned memories & villainous hexes It only mattered if she truly believed

Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths

Knowing the bottom of the depthsUntold theories where passion liesEncased all in a delicate French laceThe truth that logic & gravity defies Earthbound creatures can’t be understoodIt’s simply not in our fallible DNAAttempted in conversational tonesBut we’ve lost connection anyway Trying to find a way back to the meaningReason doesn’t apply to moments like thisDisregardContinue reading “Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths”