O! Pour me some of that fair, flooding draught
Which marshals forth that darkest of darkness,
Leaving me sinking into something less,
Easily erasing all thought of craft.
That's all I am, something crass, something daft,
With wounds from the past that I'd rather not dress,
Instead escape to my glass, not to stress
Old hurts long forgotten, stitched, closed, still graft.
O! Please, please, take from me this dreadful drink!
It has stolen me, all I ever was;
Robbing me blind with every sip and gulp.
Man once, now a shell, in this draught I sink.
Flee, run, I will! Yet she calls me she does.
That fine draught devoured my soul to the pulp.

The melancholy that can only be expressed by those who have loved and lost.

The tears of a broken life, left to question where it all went wrong.

The dreams that call out to us as we walk through the veil of life.

A poet crying out for recognition, hoping his plea is heard.

Loneliness of a tired soul, only twenty-three years old.

A song, left unsung, for a coward I am.

A dream, but a dream.

Truly, when I look towards
What future days may hold
I worry, as Keats once did,
That I may never put my
Heart, soul, mind,
To the page as I desire.
I long to express
In a most marvelous way,
(Having great passion for my craft
And dreading what has become
Of the most noble of arts
In recent days)
That which all men feel
But few can say.

Call me Don Quixote,
For I am a dreamer on a journey,
Travelling forth with noble cause
To see the wondrous sights
And save fair maidens.
And though you say,
There are no such things as Giants,
The Dragons are all dead,
That a Knight I'll never be,
I tell you this:
The journey itself is magical
In a way you will never know,
For all of your logic is but a crutch,
A way to keep to safe Roads.
And so you will never understand
That windmills were never windmills,
But Giants all along.
So call me Don Quixote,
For the Surreality I perceive
Is by far the greater than the Reality
By which you are deceived.

I can’t believe we were won
By the bright lights and flames
Of a petty liar.
Pretty dreams
Of wondrous things
None of which held
Even a drop of water.
We walked along,
Quite willingly,
Being led gently by the hand,
Like little lambs
To the slaughter of who we were.
Drink, smoke, ****
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat.
Can’t sleep
Feel so empty
Who are you?
Where am I?
Are we even alive?
Those days are gone now,
Like a sigh,
Once exhaled, it can’t be recalled.
I thought I was dead
And I realize I was
To myself,
My dreams,
The world.
But now, looking back
I was,
And would be,
Now, forever,
If it had all stayed the same.

Drowning in all that is pointless
I laugh in the face of danger,
Nervous, panicky laughter
Because that's what cowards do.
Careful meditations
Unceasingly increasing salutations
From strangers on the street
Reminds me of my childhood
And the fact that I am
A Child still,
A Dark Childe,
Seeking forth unknown qualities
In infinite quantities
Its quite the quandary...
I think I may be insane,
With that being said
If it weren't for these voices
Residing in my head
(Oh how they laugh)
I'd be dead
Like a piece of bread
In a toaster.
(Hell, is it Hell? Its Hell, isn't it...)
Farewell good sir
And Ladies too
I no longer have any reason
To call on you.
Walk off the cliff
And you'll find no stairs,
It just leads to nowhere.
Walk awhile
Take a break
Take a leak
Make a face
Outer space.
I think I am crazy,
What about you?
Are you crazy too?
You must be
For you've made it this far
Where all is as it seems,
But not at all.

I'm drunk again
And am thinking of Midas,
With his Golden Touch
And the Gorgons,
With their stone look,
Because everything I touch
Turns to stone.

She found me,
Hanging from the rafters,
The noose wrapped gently
Round my breathing neck
Mason jars of whiskey
And packs of cheap smokes
Wake me back up.

She whispers,
"Never leave me,"
While I wonder if
I am even alive.
I'm lookin' to the rafters
Where I'm pretty sure
I died.

Can't ******' move
As everything we had
Now goes to ****.
She's cryin' on the floor
Tears mix with blood
'Cause I'm hangin' from those rafters,
Drippin' down from above.