Death On A Coin, Life In A Round

Who we love they all despise

and strike with hungered eyes

Those that they cherish we hate

We throw them at the reapers gate

Bone, blood, flesh and air

Fill us all just like love and despair

So why do we snarl at the river

If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.

Blank Pages Of Chaos

Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry

The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief

The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody

The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee

The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy

The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear

Inspiration has its age

The quietus has its reign

It all started on an empty page


Tailored Destiny

It isn’t mine it never was and never shall it be

I’ll make my own and I’ll make it well I’ll make it perfectly

No matter what you may decide its mine to shape and mold

I’ll never bend I’ll never bow no one tells me me to be told

It wasn’t mine it isn’t true it shall and cannot be

I made my own it fits just right I tailored my destiny.


Deathless Love, Lifeless Heart


Empty shell of a man

Shallow hole of a heart

Pitied bones of a man

Painted smile on a heart

Shattered life of a man

Desperate cry of a heart

New day for a man

Old dirge for a heart

Love lives for a man

Love Lived for a heart

Hunger For A Heart

We all have a beast pounding in our chest

It seeks to devour our lives with love

It is an addiction we can’t resist

Granted to us from above

We thirst for the sun within the dark

Forever we hunger for our loves heart

Shadowed Muse

Dreams of rivers drenched in light

Visions of dancers in the dusk

Wailing opera in the night

The dawn breaths its rosy musk

Broken Boundries


To live inside a box

Gilded in gold chains

With doors made of rocks

With all four limbs restrained

You’ll truly know true terror

If you step outside that door

But if you stay inside for ever

Your heart will always crave for more.



Crying Dawn, Mourning Dusk

Hands mask tear stained scowl diffusing its sicken glare

The shudder of the hoary clouds are too grim to bear;

Never once  spared a pitied gaze or kind caress

Disoriented as pain beats within its rotten chest;

The new day brings the ring of old shame

A new face cannot hide an ancient name;

Where has time fled amidst our dreadful morn,

Why has death abandoned us with bitter scorn?

Feel The shiver of the sobbing suns pain

Drink the echo of the widowed moons wane;

Never again to rest in hands of the  keeper

Never to sleep in the embrace of the reaper.


Eternal Love – Promote Yourself


Life without you, is like a body without a soul,
My mind works, but is in your control.
Seeing you,the world around me comes to cease,
Being with you, I feel complete and I find my real inner peace.
I feel possessed and can do anything to see you happy,
Just being held by you, I feel secured and bliss.
Time will fly and my passion for love will keep on growing,
It will continue, till the day you don’t stop  your love and care sowing.

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Timmy the Scribbler

yes a bit of sediment
settling in progress,
maybe some swirl action,
with water falling lower but still plenty
of swimming room or to hope for a future
to work out swimmingly or at least on the smooth
side; space remains a feature to take note
of and should enjoy several seasons
before entering footnote status;
church country; this is where churches do well;

if a parking lot is full of cars yet actual
people seem scarce, it might behoove the mind to check
the day of the week for it may be a Sunday
and there is no mystery which and where and why
the parking lots would be full of vehicles;
maybe not a bad idea just came alive,
like something religious, for something to do,
because I do definitely need to find
something to do; contacts; need contacts;
not a complete stranger but so many years


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