a word for the broken
a song for the lost
don't morn a time that will never end
rock and roll is never dead
Something for the man to make amends

A prophet for the lost
A destroyer for your pain
A mourner for your broken heart
a mystic for your words
an a deviant for something I'm not really allowed to word because it will get flagged
No more pain are their words and mystery
not silent they will fight  thou
they are the fallen in the night

.
Adrift...                    
Time has no hold over these
currents that carry me.
Coursing over this seemingly
endless journey.
Caressed and nudged
by an invisible hand...
Perhaps my grave awaits below...
Where light is swallowed
and is too afraid to show.
The desolate demeanor
of the submerged tombless land.

Adrift...                    
Blind to what lays in store...
Oblivious to...
The faint whispers of a distant shore.
The mythical horizon is but a dream,
worthy only to the steadfast
and the resilient.
Not to those who'd fray at the seams.

Adrift...                    
Ripples amass and finally cresting.
Wake up... Waves are breaking.
The sand beckons bearing open arms
to home and sanctuary.
I glance back to
the calm of the watery plain.
My feet aren't ready to be received by
the grit and grain.
I'd like to linger here...
In the water, with the shore so near.
For I've longed and travelled far...
but
I'm still not yet ready...
.

Her failures
often
screamed
so loudly
that they
silenced
her dreams.