Breathing corpses
lie on fallen idols,
and relics of an age
prophesied.
This Cold Love– 4 different looks– What a Difference One Word Makes…
Fallen idols are people.
Not trinkets,
or statues made
to represent
unattainable ideals
of conscience.
They are teachers.
Guardians and
prophets sent
with a message
of vital importance
they cant deliver.
They are me and you.
We, who couldn’t hear it,
or who would
choose not to, in favor
of the voices in our heads,
Urging us to
keep up with the Joneses,
to worship what we hear
on …
EmotionalOrphan – Fallout _Audio_
The poetry book falls, slow motion to the floor
and I take cover anticipating the ensuing
explosion of words, and wisdom
destined to be shrapnel to my soul.
Knowing nothing of modern literary warfare,
I jump under the table onto the shards of my life.
Broken dreams, shattered visions-
cutting me …
Muted half tones.
Hues bleeding on the page.
Seeping into words that mean nothing.
Being blatantly selfish hurts me now.
My mild, blind, selfish nature
wields disappointment like a sword.
What forces your
NEED to look elsewhere
for your princess fix?
here i live watching myself
in the waiting room watching -waiting
…I Have Promised To Walk Across The Bridge
No Pushing, No Pulling, By Forces Unseen…
The storyteller spoke:
“This tale found the winds held in her hands,
while below salty seas and reflective crystal waters her truths lived.
They teased the surface like a school of flying fish or a porpoise up for air.”
“This tale found him fortunate. He seemed to elicit from her that look of intimate …