What you do before you sleep is who you really are
Routine is killing me
Pathways shut off
Fate is set
Wake up
Today lies years away
Be still
Feel the calm of the white morning air
An unknowing optimist
Sweeping through the fog
Nudged forth through the door
Enter the dome of white lights and follow through
My eyes could see
My passion looking down on me
Stuttered speech
Mythos encrypted
Let it be known
No man is free of the pride
that binds him to his feet
Abuse that which is given
And fall to discipline’s demise
Set back after glory
In time hands move back
after sitting stagnant
Structure unsowed
Monastery of mind collapses
This path seems endless
Rotting slowly, my will
A slave to the voice inside
Fall down
lower than where I began
It’s foolish
Live for the mind to pretend
In this field
where you gave a final line
In the midst of lies
empathy was left behind
Sorry for the transparency
I’ve lost energy for language so flowery
I would rather kiss your lips
than flattery through faux poetry
Please never tell
Let it die with us
Things unknown are worth living for
How could you not see me burning?
A corpse’s harp pulls strings
Gives voice to yearning
In night,
I was bound by emission
Under sunlight,
I found remission
Ghostly sirens and red hues
Nocturnal I am
Drawn to these shackles and visions
Attached to this comfort that’s killing
I await the sun to drown
I await no one
This peace I have forged
This piece I have painted from scratch
And so I wrote a poem to conceive
Eyes closed
She’s there waiting for me
She’ll wear your face
She’ll bare your name
Emit your flame from the rim of her iris
Play the tape of your final words
Engrave them in her heart
Keep them mine for a life to come
I’m feeling hazy
Bristles dance hastily
Resurrection on canvas
Welcome home
Another white morning in a world she knows