December 12, 2023

Cold

the world is a colder place without you

i don’t know your pain to doubt you

i wish you’d have seen it through

we’re family and that you knew

my heart will always remember your name

this world will never be the same

it’s a colder place without you

January 25, 2016

Roots

Take me back to my roots
Like fallen Autumn leaves
Amber and mahogany hues
Laid to rest neath still branches
Solemn beings conversing with the skies
Human pleads and heavenly sighs
The wind no longer rustles the trees
No waves that drape the oceans and seas
The sun shines but its warmth is cold
No shelter from the wind
Nor cover from the rain
The stillness the heart knows so well
The phantom pain
Cleaving the crevices of my soul
The phantom pleasure, desired by all
Take me to my roots
The one I love.
May 25, 2013

No Words


No words.
Just feelings.
No feelings.
Just sorrow.
No sorrow.
Just pain.
No pain.
Just words.
No words.
Just tears.

Rest in God's peace. 
September 22, 2012

Ask


It is unspoken, primeval, arcane--a feeling, an aura resonating from the nether realms of one's spirit.

An unspoiled haven where remnants of divinity still linger.

Where man yet converses with Eternity.

It is rich in color; nurturing in its hues.

It is what binds, traversing all that stand in its path.

It cannot be seen, but it reverberates, pulsating from the inner reaches of the soul, faintly seeping through the orifices of our corporeal shells.

A subtle warmth resounding from our center, turbulent waves, encased in utter stillness--fleeing, fleeting--yearning, pursuing the object of our intention.

Ask a mother of its depth.

Ask a mystic of its taste.

Ask a lover of its language.

Ask your self.

Love.