What is poetry to the artistically challenged? Words and rhymes on a page, set to a metre obliquely defined. Those with empty plates need not the epiphanic call. Those with shuttered eyes feel just as strongly or not at all. But poetry doesn’t qualify with definitions. It drives from wordsworth’s […]
For my Grandmother
Glistening strings danced along the deepest fibers of my being They lapped and lounged, filled my bounds and wound up in my needs But now the threads, whom I had always dread are cut through right and quick I flit and float, on an anchorless boat wishing life wasn’t […]
For my Stepfather
There comes a time- Between yours and mine When we reach for all the branches When your limb was missed Throughout fates dreary kiss Nobody grew quite frantic For you’re a father Without all the bother Who took nothing quite for granted And now a card, without […]
Open to the Air
She sat upon a window sill, feet splayed to the air Untying knots that bounded free, floating here and there She slipped one, crossed another, picking at life’s spots But then she fell, twisted with a yell, and cursed her casted lot
otherhood
I speak for the naked, the shivering, the clothed in steel They know not what they feel They only react, unsurprised at these foundations, these choices they’re forced to make within strange nations The required strikes, placing us in unknown situations There is no preparation for this, no safe […]
Devotion
The deluded of all traits Devotion would have you believe in perfection Sprinkle it too lightly and you’re abhorrent Too deeply and you’re a fool This is the dividing line in life To what do we apply our allegiance Who deserves our worship Only those with more than a pinch
The Gnomic Father Pt. 5
It’s time we talked, of who we are No, not skin and voice, not money nor choices It’s about your soul, about your poisons You need to find yourself, find your guiding star There comes a time, when you’re in a place You’ll know it well by how it […]
Wherein I find it
Call from your deep below Let it fall away Strike the truest blow I never dipped a toe They knew to enter the fray Call from your deep below The mountainous walk is ever slow It follows with the morning grey Strike the truest blow Say the […]
Call on me
Call on me with your fury, Call on me With your day Make no sounds, there’s no hurry Just let it fade away You need no introduction You just need peace of mind So call on me when you are fine Call on me with your corruption
Abnormal Thoughts from the Average Mind 
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