Mundanity in post-midnight hours has grown unpalatably stale

As a lone essence creeps into a lunar-lit room to sit listlessly

Branches of pine trees just outside of reach bend at the will of winds

Albeit a spring season ushers in now and then surprise showers

Curtains give way from cooler air sneaking past an open window screen

Like some unseen visitor that has come to review the home setting

Sporadic pitter-patter drops of water land on the blurred glass                          

Head tilted back eyes closed as a mind escapes the monotony of time            

The way spaceships flees the gravity of earthly confines                       

Galaxies of human thoughts and memories are jetted throughout  

Meandering faster than the speed of light is produced      

Bound for that misplaced age that has passed from time and presence        

Reality’s intervention brings all thoughts to a screeching halt             

Blue lightning spiders the night sky and it rains… streaking a pane face


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I have cursed and I have prayed  

I have stood up and I have fallen

I have run and I have been broken

I have smiled and I have humbly cried

I have been right, and I have been wrong

I have dared to walk alone and get lost

Before you know where I’m coming from

You have to risk finding my whole truth

But if you never steep inside my wounds

You’ll adopt your illusionary satisfactions

Cause you’ll only trust whispers by others

Others that have been too afraid to venture

Misunderstanding about what makes right           

You’ll be in the darkness… I’m in the Light


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Wintery spirit of a long winter season

That resided in hazy fringes of a lifetime  

Resolved gives up its own dead skeleton

It’s will- surrenders as one last mission

In the frail lunar light of existent truth

Skin, blood, and bones alike are shed off

Realizing the burden of love has ended

No one listened, and no one understood

No one is left to whisper any last words

Caustic cold dissipates in fleeting wafts   

Life of a soul escapes in one last breath

With no witnesses to attest for a life lived

Winter’s shadow is finally laid upon rest

A blessed last-rite prayer … is whispered


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I imagine you, even in your ghostly state hidden from my view

Trying to catch my falling tears in your palm as time pitters onward

And I burn away like a candle in my lone silence

Still struggling as to why I can’t answer many unknowable things

That plague me with questions whenever my scars bleed from my memories

That I’ll never let go of, despite all the pain to preserve them

Not a day passes that doesn’t humble me further from my older self

Not a day passes I don’t hurt still from you missing from my life

Not a night has the sobering cold left me alone

Not a night that I don’t secretly fear the next day to come     

Oh, time- time has become a cruel warden for me

Most notable in ever spent second, lost minute, and passed hour alike     

Did you catch those in your palms child that just fell away as I stared out a dark window?

When will the Father let me know the answers… to my heartfelt questions?


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They told me my grief would get easier with passage of time

But all it has become is an unending swan song

As the DB majors and C minors cut through all of those lies

Leaving stripes of tear stains upon my cheeks

And my life, much like my broken heart feeling empty

I’m sure a part of them meant well but honesty played no part

Making my world even smaller than I once thought

Still, I wash my face, stand up straight in your memory

But I’m fully sure you know all too well, I’m just pretending           

You’ve been the soul of my heart since the moment of your birth                      

That pivotal moment when the universe changed forever             

I had no idea your absence would cause the universe to retract     

All of life’s goodness that your presence depicted

Leaving me beset within this slow-motion… heart attack


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Empty preserve jar and buttered grain toast sacrifices morning appetite

I hear the daily political rhetoric resonate across the screens

Both on video as well as outside on the sidewalk of passing people

And yet even today I remain numb about most of the subjects

Rarely do I engage or take any sides of additional growing disharmony

As if I’ve been snake bitten intellectually and lean shyer  

All this world learns from life is how to fight or profit for any reason

Having long forgotten those missing from our broken hearts

Making my palate for the sweeter things of life soured            

And I question what more or purpose will become of my time left here

As grains of lost time are converted into manufactured solar panels     

Surely, human intends to extend their colonial perversion into the whole universe

Trying to one-up one another or find satisfaction for an unquenchable thirst

It is truly my hope long before then… to ascend and miss all that mess


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I’ve discovered the hollows of hearts in real life itself

Without ever purposely meaning to seek them out

Perhaps on some subconscious level I had, but I’m just not sure now

Twas sitting about my settings when it occurred to me

How apropos this matched my inclination of a heart’s emptiness

Drained nearly bone dry of its once empathetic pool of love for others

And dense like echoes throughout all the neglected corridors        

Fingerprints, footprints, and salty stained teardrop residue still exist        

Almost like a crime scene from long ago that went unreported     

Oh, how love and life can become a cruel combination to endure alone      

Years, dust, and complacent cobwebs take on a presence of their own      

 Like the daily nuances of set times for staring out windows                 

Vicariously living life safely through others quietly slipping past

Having reconciled no one has cared to visit… in decades


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I almost feel a reverberation of stars sporadically spread across a vast darkness

And just as nearly, hear their cries of errant emotions tucked in loneliness

As they peer down at eyes like mine in a sad and longing fashion

Relating all too well to both our relatable existences

There’re some things designed by heaven that are void of explanation by words

Not even colors could dare come close for expressions

No, emotions are the Holy Grail of true unfettered communication              

And when we deny emotions, we deny a divine language and delivery

Denial: a byproduct of human fear, sowed amidst flowers or stars by darkness alone                  

Fear that hesitates as a scolded child that has not eagerly misbehaved

Darkness, that illegitimately slithered through the Holy Garden of Eden                   

Emotions are a fruit afforded humanity to know and learn      

Emotions bare forth charity and love from their soul

How could we ever bequeath what… we’ve never known?


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Like the outbreak of a human famine

When love is found, lived, and then inhumanly gone  

We become a broken-off piece of the universe

Spilling outwardly from our collapsed normalcy

A sorrowful churning like that of the vast oceans

Our emotions feel darkly abandoned like spoiled carrion

Laying as waste by a wild and untamable foe   

Despite our own set nature of control

Defiant to even the influencing of a moon

We’re at mercy to our suffering or self-annihilation

We were the ultimate beauty- become ugly                           

All the elements of life at battle with one another             

Harmony is absent from any sense of logic

We devolved into a transfixed essence… as loves wake  


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If you can

Tell me the truth

Even if it’s the only time you do

Have you ever loved

Beyond your own self-worth

And was that loss

Worth the moments afterwards

Because I can’t tell

When I’m still falling out

Spiraling away from myself

I never wanted another chance so bad

Even if I hurt the rest of my life

So, if you can, tell me the truth

Is this what’s supposed to happen

When someone is the love… you lose  


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