Fine

"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?" Virginia Woolf It's getting dark, baby I'm anxious, worried and wry It's thundering and raining lights are gone, and so am I I walk down the staircase carpeted in olive green night slippers noiseless but my mind screaming Light…

Hopelessness

What weight of burden does it take for the soul to give up? What state of sorrow laden in the heart makes it so feeble? What fear, what apprehension does make the mind tremble? What makes one shun oneself from the world and escape into a blur? Hide away from all memories, from existence, from…

Styx

Wish I knew what spells and charms made the spirit whole; what saint roamed the purgatory with balm for wounded souls... I'd have whispered archaic words in consciousness and in sleep, I'd have parleyed with the good man of God for some nepenthe to heal... But I sit on the rocks and wait by the…

Maybe

So maybe she's mastered the poker face put the moon in a wineglass and escaped into the ink stained night reflecting no light, no starry blink no expression, no worries taking in the eclipses and storms that rent the firmament, into her galaxy and never crying tears of stardust. So maybe no one can see…

The Home of the Soul

Listening to them preach - in the days of old - I followed what they said was the right path - until one day I couldn't ignore the wrong in all that I was told, and let the pull within my soul allow me to stray. For better or for worse, I chose the journey,…