constrained

knowing frustration the dusk darkly respires inordinate directions tiredly traveled assembling nowhere seen  

Please know…

As our worlds weather pessimisms in madness, accepting your lack of sentiment pains me. Lost  hope falls on hearts voided beats. An aetiology  buried from meaning, hidden within darkened spaces, colors grey skies unloved. Solitarily too salient a sadness bears it’s witness in me.

A thin sphere,

an indulgent need desisting drama / negativity yet I’ve witnessed…. a polar state from positive out of care, no chastisements no judgments, only melancholy echoes of melodies never painted  clouds turned to dryness seeking solace I know, I’m not what you expected so little in life ever is expectations whither veins ruby red singing madness-…

Storm Clouds Gather

starless nights sunless days heavy clouds leaden dismally deluge my thoughts . a somber opaqueness fogs my heart drizzles my brain as torrents wage battle . that my inner life should be mirrored so well in tempest as thunder’s trepidatious rhythms drum march my soul   Some days dark moods come without reason or notice.…

White Water

  churning white water foams my mind, frosting depths of pristine blue   passions ride as rapids rise powerful invocations splashed with self-reflection   churning white water foams my heart, frosting depths of pristine blue   majestic embodiment forms an antithesis to death hauntingly desired   churning white water foams my soul, frosting depths of…

Shadows of the Soul

As gloom arises despairing stars shine darkly eclipsing the moon’s promise of rest and renewal shadowing the sun’s possibility of a new day

Circular Rooms

Trapped in circular rooms, sanity wobbles on  hollow stones   lucidly weaved stitches piece together  fragile frames of reference   round (w)holes with square pegs lived into place   monumental mental musings both alpine and obscure   towering fortitude with invisible shackles are my legacy    potentials captive in chaos are my life

Oddly Strange…

mindless unraveling bare threads sits reality under an inverted mushroom – – a conjectured state of being calls forth contrived situations, allegedly without script .. unreality reigns real on sharp edges corners reside un-possibilities -. worlds mundane in temporal monotony leave imagination the only refuge taking hostage sanity at times -.. fuck….normalcy is overrated anyway…

“The deeper the sorrow the greater the joy….”

Depression is a refusal from the soul to move any further until you go deeper – endowing space and giving breath to each unexpressed sorrow…

Riding The Bipolar Express

Where darkness, nightmares prevail unmotivations snail my brain. In morass, reluctances reign, motion stands still against insistency. ~It’s always been like this for me Towards extremity travels Crazed fire in my veins 1000 miles I go faster, faster ferociously furious unstoppable, unflappable flying tracks of life a force of nature am I(!!) ~It’s always been…