Ephiphany of the HeartSpirits erupt never the same,
An epiphany of the heart
Knows not where to go
Nor where to start.
A spectacular venture
Bystanders often quote,
That the brightest lights
Are the first to be smote.
Although one must always
Be raised to obey,
To follow the law
Know work from play.
Feed the hungering brain
That opposes this thought,
For there is no basis
As to what we are taught
In ones own soul.
So forward we strive
Emblazoning our hearts
We are actually alive.
Gaps will follow
To hasten our halt
We train our eyes
For crumbling faults,
And bumpy roads of blame
Set to control our way.
Masked sentinels stand
Authority will rise, they
Will sway conviction,
Force their colorless soul,
Festering doubt and regret,
Seemingly an impossible goal.
The sweetest honey is
Coveted by many,
But this sought out good
Cannot be attained by penny.
The hardest to gain
Is wrought with pain
Sacrifices need to be made
Nomadic HeartI'm a traveler of self blazoned pathways
I'm a seeker of truth through my own eyes
Dare I venture out on my souls quest solo
And avoid empty truths and pleasing lies?
I shall dash into lush forests of green
Trek through blistering deserts equally serene
Skim the waterways oh so vast
And emerge with my psyche originally keen
Should I travel a paved route
A highway of conformity traveled and old
In the end I would die an irksome life
And no tale of a vast existence would be told
I'm a restless spirit charting a course
Avoiding the cage with the greatest of force
To serve an existence that's worth its toll
And escape this world with no remorse
Perfect NightThat night defined perfection. Everyone has their own views on what perfect is, different blends on the palette of their soul and this one tasted just right to me.
It was mid January; the wind was rushing its way through the sleepy town, kicking up swirls of snow as it went. The barren trees swayed like wheat in a mild gust. Besides the occasional sigh of the aging frame of the simple apartment complex, all was still. The living room stood dim and the only light that emanated throughout the cozy entertainment center was the snowy screen of a television and the ruby glow of the digital clock reading 1:47. The dull radiance engulfed the room revealing an old plaid sofa, slightly smaller then the one I was perched upon but just as soft. The T.V complained of its low reception quality but was immediately hushed but not executed completely. It had a purpose with its 20 square inches of radiant glow. I needed
Sun RashAvoiding the blazing sphere
Is my personal achievement
Scanning for endless shadow
Results of my painful bereavement
Someone throw a cradling embrace
A traitorous encounter is what I fear
The slightest gap I face besiegement
Pale and shaking I'll sneer
Gripping Lady Shade with believment
Drain me like the blackest widow
Wrap me up in your blinding lace
Engrossed pupils you bestow
Darkest depths I'll plunge below
Scurry me off to a safer place
Lest my tender flesh sear
From your waves of disgrace