Rigormortis Of The Soul

Rigormortis of the soulDejected along emotional failingsTempered seas begin to rollWhite knuckles; hold fast to the railings Sorting feelings like a rolodexTrampled yearning from Jaguar yearsUnprepared for survivalCausing the most elaborate of your fears Processing out foreign memoriesBut the answers just get in the wayUndisciplined in self-diagnosisA sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray

The Drippings Of My Mind

The drippings of my mindThe office, a soul in paper mâchéBooks & notes of imaginationA collection of stories we played It’s a subtle knowledge hereinYears of experience slightly compressedNicks, faults & scars smoothed overThough I remain unimpressed Scratching away at this drivelNothing created in which to be contentScrambling for fresh ideasAt this pace, I’ll never

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me close

The Clouds Descend Upon Us

The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wade