Sometimes - just listen: it would be enough for me to just talk, to give voice to my demons and be free of the ghosts that haunt me, and release the burdens that plague me; only love, quiet and strong, and a voice of compassion are all that I need - sometimes...
losing potential
moments of clarity and perfection, surrounded by the failure of an artist to be what he is or what he might
exposed
...raw are the nerves,barren and exposed,numbed by the cold,protected by wallsthat can’t feel… …slowly, surely,they lose touchwith an imagined reality,losing all senseof being alive,of what it meansto be Self… …and now is onlycold and dark,a shadow of whatnever was,never should have been,and now the bloodretreats, and Iwill expose no more…
Burn
When dies the fire, it should not be allowed to dwindle into embers, each fighting for its last breath, for in this is sorrow, the anguish of light and life allowed to linger in pain, and with it passion dies; with mighty roar and great flare should the fire be allowed to die, meeting its... Continue Reading →
What Would You Give
Rough skies with no blue in sight, Lost I'm not navigating The corridors of night Fallen stars all around me That no longer burn, I dont know what's left to learn When giving up seems so easy If you won't give up, What would you give?
The Sanctuary of the Storm 