Breaking through these boundaries, absolution comes with conditions; purgatory haunting me a self-imposed freedom of limitation that binds us to each other, me unto my Self, until I am only that which I Am: I.
Intoxicated
Shadows dancing on canvashold the light in silhouette,a halo of chaosinviting immersionin a captured momentilluminated bya frantic, artful strokeof controlled intoxication.
Undone
Undone in my beginning,entropy's pawn am I,a work of fictionunfolding with eachpassing decay;unwritten in my fullness,becoming means my end,from whence I camewhither I go,never to be again.
Subtle
It wasn’t so simple,the way you said it,only perfect and pure,innocent and honest;a whispered prayerof silence and motionechoing around us.Words unspokenyet not left unsaid,eternally presentand endlessly open,captured and freedby a lingering touchin a moment held and longed for again.
Abstraction
Contain the void and find it within, undone by its making, defined only by restriction: speed moving with the freedom of thought, abstract intentions enabling reason, breathing light into life where there was only shadow before; outward glimpses of inward turnings voiceless expressions of things awoken, casting color where words are lost.
Dies the Fire
I whisper to the worldwords uneasy for me,except when offeredonly to you, thoughnow I find they falland fail at carryingthe meaning of the moment,and mark now my faults;and I find before mea fate unwindingagainst my will,without designand though I struggleto stand this lineI wonder at whatthe world will thinkof the hero who fallsfrom lack of... Continue Reading →
Roses By Any Other Name…
Call it only what it isand not what it is not,not what you want it to be,not what you want from me –this thingthat hurtsthat makes me bleedfor being what I am,for being what you asked,for being morethan I should have been;so call it only what it is,not what it could have been,not what I... Continue Reading →
The Sanctuary of the Storm 