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-… Continue reading A thin sphere,

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.… Continue reading Storm Clouds Gather

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… Continue reading White Water

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… Continue reading Oddly Strange…

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… Continue reading Riding The Bipolar Express