When those tears wield up, with shaky hands I brush her aside. When she seeks freedom from the bottle, I shut her out. Why must she flow now? Why must she bare my heart to a waiting world known for mockery than for helping. But then, when she fights for freedom I let her have … Continue reading When it rains
“You have no soul ” – they told me Are you in doubt ? Ask the joiner and the locksmith They made me . The joiner, He once made me with a big ego But he trimmed that off into edges Left me with none He said it was cool for me not to be … Continue reading The plight of the BoX.
Flood Have you seen the heaven’s cry? It cries for the earth wounds A tormented howl for the lost flora Damage of years gone by to nature bloom They cut trees at morn and burn at dawn Burning fossils as incense to a deranged god Draining the bodies of water with glee Delight in … Continue reading Ode to the flood
I weep tonight For our streets gone dark The gory sight of spooky creatures Ghosting past paved stones Ghostly people crying inside walls Wishing to find the magic wand That frees their spirits And brings them back to life Their bodies stay buried Not in wreath-laden graves But in the despicable depths of despair They … Continue reading Notes on Self Discovery