Trying To Recreate Life

Trying to recreate life In spite of these ink-stained fingers The smudges in the interior margins Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger These days aren’t so easily understood I contradict back onto myself Leaving traces in my erratic wake All I know – Love has been my only true wealth

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”