Thoughts of Solitude

Thoughts of Solitude

Walking without purpose.

Destination still unknown.

Thoughts begin to stray.

Time slips into nothingness.

Still I keep walking.

Into the unknown.

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Ode to chang

Ode to chang

Change can be scary.
It is hardly ever soft.
Sometimes cange is louder and abrasive.
Other times change is quiet and sneaky.
Yet in the end change is just another aspect of life. Embedded in our fabric of evolution.
Change is growth. The seed of life before she becomes a flower. The wilting petal before she becomes the earth.

Change is beyond our grasp of control…
A force of the universe compelling us forward.
Hurdling us through space and time … the ride of a lifetime.
Still despite its inevitability we still fight its presence.
Suppressing the evolution of its nature. Denying her existence in order to preserve memories of the past.
The life of a seed, a time long since gone denying her true potential.

Why fight against the tide?
Why struggle and drown… suffocating the breath of evolution.
Embracing growth that is life.
Nurturing the soul that is existance.
Preserving that which can build us forward well releasing that which no longer serves us.
Change does not have to be a monster it can be sweet and comforting but only if you deny not her existence and embrace what she has to give.

Enter The Grey

Enter The Grey

Darkness fades into the grey.

Emotion blinding the senses.

Reality shattered.

Tumbling into madness.

Down…down…down.

Through the looking glass.

The world is somewhat more appealing.

Though I know it is not real.

But a delusion of emotion.

I crave the dream.

Walking the type rope.

Passion and insanity consume the soul.

Reality is no more… there is only the dream.

Woven out of emotion and fueled by imagination.

Lost but not without hope… I walk amongst the grey.

Rose Garden

 

Scent of beauty, upon the distant wind.

Silk petals  shed like tears.

Ushering in the season of transformation.

Outtakes

I found this poem in my files.

Enjoy the magick.

Heart

Ember left to smolder within my broken heart your eternal flame still carries on…

Burning forever and always amongst the darkness, the shadows of my aching soul.

Darkness has overtaken me.

The insanity.

Your light still shines through .

Burning softly within.

Keeping me warm, keeping me safe.

From that of my tortured mind…

Am I blind?

No I can see… I can see more clearly than ever before, even though you are gone.

Never to be seen again.

Your soul stolen by god… who the fuck does he think he is.

Selfishly I curse him for you belonged to me.

And I to you.

Just us two…

Now I sit alone.

You are everywhere.

I feel you burning within my chest.

Tired… so tired, we both must rest.

You curse me.

Haunting my dreams.

There is no escaping your ghost.

Your ember left to smolder.

My world… grows colder.

Our love will burn for eternity.

Our souls intertwined for infinity.

Your flame.

My shame.

Am I insane?

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

Emotions run through my soul.

My mind pays the toll…

I light a candle in your memory. A flame that is left to dance within my shatter heart of glass

Destroyed by time, stolen by god!

I curse his name; I curse such a god…

My love for you will burn forever on.

Time carries on

Life must go on

Can I move on?

I must move on.

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

These emotions I emanate.

You incinerate… me.

The burning within my chest had come to a rest one last test…of strength.

I blow out the flame.

Such pain.

So much pain…

I know the remorse will subside.

The pain of the flame.

The ember.

Remember…

Why must I remember?

Thump… thump… beating of the heart.

Remember the hate.

Remember the love.

Remember the pain.

Remember the flame.

I remember it all…

Walking Amongst Magick

I took a walk today to clear my mind. Sometimes I love to just go out an wonder about, nature. Below is a compilation of pictures I snagged on my adventure along with a few poems.

Enjoy the Magick

Run.

Residual resin.

Raw renewed rigor.

Rampaging reverent for revenge.

Renewed Retaliation Reaching def ears.

Rain rejuvenates false hope rendering remorse.

Religion sparks Roaring righteously retaliation.

Reason renounced leaving false retribution.

Rein of power Remains.

Restraints rusted red.

Resurrecting hope.

Respect.

New Perspective

“Among the weeds.

Perspective is askew.

Enjoy the view.”

River of the universe

The winding path reveals many mysteries.

Minds enticed by entertaining fantasies.

River of the universe.

Time seems meaningless.

Wondering soul.

Alone.

American dream:

No one can hear you scream.

Within the moon beam.

The high beam.

Standing upstream.

Or Mainstream.

The musical theme, of the American dream.

 

Lullaby daydream. Radioactive beam melts your ice cream.

Scream baby scream.

Some perverts wet dream.

Pile up the whipping cream.

Face cream.

Cone that American dream.

 

Coin that dream.

Ion beam the laser beam.

Star stream… scar of the American dream.

Scream baby scream.

Dream of the dream.

Taste the ice cream.

 

Sweet peach cream.

The one true team.

That true American dream.

Scream baby scream.

And it may seem… and surly be deemed.

To be mean at the cost of another is that that of the extreme or an act of low self-esteem.

Guess the theme?

Waterway: Pipeline

Elements forged out of times embracing hands.

Cold and refreshing… anything but clean.

Rusted beauty bleeds out life.

Beautifully refreshing new life.

Rusted by time.

Draining away.

Forgotten.

Reminiscing over memories of a past life

Remembering that when the lights are out it is less dangerous.

Fragmented time that like rust never sleeps.

Blurred beauty beautiful brilliant bright blissful sparkles before me.

Berating breathing beings bathing painted shadows.

Caught amongst the gravity of magick.

You watched me and I you.

Universal curiosity shared between, all three.

Between darkness and light lies the grey.

Broken wings of sorrow.

Sinking in the wind.

Fly feebly through darkness.

Seeking light, straying flight.

Diverging into the grey.