In my eyes, alive I see
A place I wish to be.
In my eyes, alive I see
A way I wish for me.
To be alive and to know
My friends as friends go,
To face my way and then
Conquer my fate again and again.
If you’re told a lie long enough
You believe it.
(9/20/25)
Yesterday's old woman knitting,
to a rusted old wind-screen-shield,
& the torched stranger in corn fields
produces crops none shall wield,
against the killing & the raping
but the flame-thrower of Belial's
against a knight that heralds,
a shield for which for blocking,
but the fields lay ablaze in dying,
and the starving in which eloping,
to those eager to hold on to living,
as hound bouncing glorious beagles,
eat up past boney hands cluttering....
A feast before they too become death.
Too sick for writing
Head above water flailing
My thoughts are wailing
May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
I want to hear your voice
Not by will but by choice
I seek your guidance
For on you alone is where
I place my reliance,
Alliance, radical defiance.
I want to hear your voice
Above all voices that ever pieced
My ear I seek your final word what
Is it your declare?
I wish to hear your voice
To calm the turmoil of inner
dialogue and rumination.
I want to hear your voice,
the divine melody that guides my footsteps
Your words are the calm to all storms
Protection from external devastation.
I want to hear your voice
A light house and beacon
among all dark forces that
may come against me.
I want to hear your voice, the gentle thunder
that awakens my soul from slumber,
I want to hear your voice calling me to purpose beyond the noise of this world.
I want to hear your voice, the sacred song that resonates
in the silence of my heart,
I want to hear your voice reminding me I am never alone,
That within your words I find my true home
Voices in my head
Never cheer or praise
Laughter only when they mock me
Highlighting all my inadequacies
Making me feel only shame.
Voices in my head
Loudest when my eyes are closed
Never let me rest
Bringing up all my flaws
Making me feel so sad.
Voices in my head
Causing just pain
Screaming I'm not enough
Even when I do my best
Making sure I feel unworthy.
Voices in my head
Picking apart my sanity
Creating false narrative
Questioning my memories
Making me feel insane.
Voices in my head
I wish to silence
I hope they'll go away
Leaving me alone
Making me feel at peace.
Voices in my head
I know is me
Maybe if I went away
They'll finally go too
No more inadequacies, sadness or shame.
Geese are never all alone.
They live everywhere together.
But I am an ugly gosling always alone.
Meanwhile my family has each other.
Geese are always flying free.
While I live so flightlessly,
They live their lives and just be.
I am on my own and free, but I'm lonely.
When funds are cut for
The mentally ill and the
Veterans, you're just
Asking for problems
Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
I'm nobody
An empty face
Nothing here anymore
Just a blank space
Wandering the world
Alone and afraid
I catch my reflection
As I watch myself fade
There's nothing inside me
Just an empty black hole
My heart doesn't beat
It's just a charred lump of coal
The world doesn't want me
My family is tired
My friends walked away
Left me fighting this fire
I'm screaming so loud
But not being heard
Slowly fading away
Till I fly Like a bird
Please don't send me home
It's scarier out there
The world is just too loud
It's too much for me to bear
Please don't send me back
Where everyone is mad
Where no-one understands
And tells me that I'm bad
Please don't make me go
Where I am all alone
I'm begging for you all
Please don't send me home
I promise I'll be good
If you let me stay
I'll fall in line and smile
Every single day
Please don't send me home
I think I'd rather fry
I don't think I'll survive
Don't send me there to die.
A single pill rests on the counter--
quiet, small, almost polite.
I told myself it would stay that way.
But days grew thinner,
hours frayed at the edges
and the quiet promise began to hiss.
Friends laughed. I nodded.
My reflection wavered in the glass,
someone familiar yet gone.
The pull was slow - like water eroding stone,
soft at first, then urgent, unstoppable.
I chased the calm it offered,
unmindful of the shadows it left behind,
the nights pulsing with my heartbeat,
the mornings hollowed and quiet.
One day, I reached for air instead...
for the sharp taste of morning,
for voices that held me without judgment,
for a hand that said;
“You are not this. You are still you.”
Healing does not arrive in a flare.
It creeps softly, day by day
teaching the heart to see once more,
to taste the colors that were dimmed,
to carry the weight of the world
without letting it break the soul.
I declare this little body.
My Substance –
Unholy sanctuary for little thoughts,
The only place for night’s retire
To draw the curtains – growing hair.
Wired to lofty beams by absence,
Drug of setting sun –
Now bed I a sanctuary of echoes,
Resounding in the lonely core,
I am become the nightmare walking.
I am Creature –
Who creeping, peoples,
This unbroken dawn.
Then suddenly it stops –
The mind of much –
But not enough –
It stops to pause in thought.
And blinking by a lifetime,
The thought pause never stops –
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