When everything in life goes wrong
I write and soon the pain is gone
It will return – when hurt’s your muse
You fall insane and sink, it’s true
Tempered mind assigned to yesteryear
Ventures blind - when tomorrow's feared
If I recite my dream last night
Record it for it’s never quite
The same although it reoccurs
Love-lost’s eyes alive in sight
Answers why, might all be right
Still I’m torn and so I fight
Spill my soul – in ink, my life

Maybe it’s me but I can’t seem to see
Past the pouring rain that some seeds seem to need
Impatiently awaiting answers; questions asked inside a dream
Life today is a waiting room full of magazines I’ve seen
At best we get to live free from hurt up in the sky
At worst it’s the hearse that holds the love that we survived
There’s nowhere farther away than 12 feet from my eyes
I tell the dirt it hurts to pray and I hope the preacher lied
Save me I am lost and I don’t know where to look
All the things you gave to me, in turn you took
The love I gave was far stronger than my frame
Hope is all I have still you keep her far away
The man of rusty steel whose super power’s pain
Hard to cope insane in a world so built on change
The lies we tell ourselves day in and day out, I’ll bet
Tell less of who we are than the dreams that we forget
So here’s to loss and life or so it seems
Stitched together night and day with pain from love's requiem

"He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written." ~ George Orwell


Cold to me is warm to you
I swear three and you say two
The lowest point I've ever been
Cannot compare to what's within
I sell you and you sell me
Underneath the chestnut tree
Revolution; burn the clones
Evolution needs no molds
Chastise my words if you must
Just realize it's them you trust
I'm a minority of one, you see
A lunatic; not wrong nor right, just me
Bleed the truth from out my veins
Never the same - they all seem strange
Dive into the deep abyss
Where poetry and art exists
Meet me there; my stomping grounds
Ignore the silent awful sounds