Promise

For yesterday was not promised
For today is
For tomorrow is not promised
For today you live
For A stipend of time
For what a promise is to give
For an allusion is the conclusion of what a promise is

Today I love
Yesterday doesn't matter
Today my mind is free
Tomorrow is mindless chatter
Today I will be
Breaking free of the future shackles
Today I am me
Yesterday's present future battles

Every lie must bow to truth; That is a promise
Tomorrow will come to you; That isn't promised
This day belongs to you; There is a promise
That forever is one day not two; To Be promised

Does that moon,
the one that casts a faint glow against my side of the Earth
know that it exists?
As I look into the eyes of that large rock in the sky,
I wonder if it knows I exist.
Does it know that I look up at it at night,
that I stare and write poetry about it,
that I wonder about it’s own conscious?

Its okay to enjoy the silence and peace of being alone
but its not okay to dwell in the darkness of silence and let it devour your soul

A hungry predator
lurking in the shadows
Its growl the plaintive buzz in an empty room
Its breath the repetitive tick of a clock
right
behind
you.

Don't let it get close
shut the monster out and see the spirits
so many that they're like air
smiling at you.
Fuel your soul with the right silence.

we are grids and squares
some of us supporting figures
and the wires that make things work
we rely and we take
captivate and motivate
but are still unhappy with what we have
easily disheartened by the chances we get

live up to your expectations.
play your part.

The right to remain silent
quiet
voiceless
Lies upon the tongues of the defeated

They await what the world will throw at them with fear
pain
hopelessness
and they will suffer again
and as always
in silence

Made to bow to those who reign high and mighty
they tear themselves apart deciding between what they want
and what they are forced to do
frustrated
confused
lost
delving deeper and deeper into the abyss
Ever consuming

They wish that one day
an angel
guardian
saviour
will free them from their bonds
unshackle them
pluck the thorns from their sides

but even then they wonder
if the angel itself
was just another poorly made choice

Sometimes in the dark
you stumble
before the morning lark

calls out to the smart
you mumble
sometimes in the dark

faintly beats the heart
sensing trouble
before the morning lark

calls for the day to start
we blunder
sometimes in the dark

trying to make their mark
our thoughts rumble
before the morning lark

All is but a house of cards
& about to crumble
somewhere in the dark
before the morning lark

Sensation al
be it warm,
turn s lightly
frigid as

The moon,
in visible
spectrum by
reflection,

a s un
doing kindled
friend ships
lost to

Frigid
Forgotten
Fall a sea

You are the wounds on my chest.


The cavernous lines like an inscription etched right beneath my heart.


Each mutilation a blood-stained stanza


of the song,


you know you composed.