Hope is insidious in its waning,
lingering sweet like a sin,
an unspoken prayer
that betrays reason
in defiance of looming inevitability
while offering nothing more
than a lengthening of the hours
of a lonely vigil.
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October Light
October light–
a vicious elegance,
a withdrawn luminescence
setting the world ablaze
in gold and crimson
while casting long and determined
shadows on the memory
of summer’s recklessness–
and I, in the hollow solace
of a hallowed season,
find myself a martyr
for the sun…
abstraction
love has no leave
we fly down in velvet dreams
and thirst with the sky under brilliant song
living out of wild bodied trees
The Journey
I refuse to let death be my life,
for it is the only one that I have;
I’ll not worry about the end of my path,
it will come soon enough,
and getting there is the fun part.
scars
Rebellion
Here where the only shadows cast
are those we create,
with only the weight of the world
upon our shoulders,
heaven still seems so far away,
lost against the backdrop
of yesterday’s dreams
as they’re held hostage
by tomorrow’s tragedies;
I’m reminded that
the war between the heart and soul
is nothing more than
the war between Heaven and Hell
and nothing less than
the rebellion of earth against sky,
and we’re too busy
making victims of each other
to find peace within ourselves.
death of expression
I am not my words
but they are all
I have left of me.
