My Lord, how my heart grieves me so. For the Harlequin and the Jackal, I wear the frivolity of its transparency like a gown. Oh how they chant,… Read more “From the Belly of the Grave”
“Don’t dress yourself in the ideologies of Faith alone, and claim all is well with a sinful tongue. Dress yourself in the ways of Faith and carry out the deeds that justify it.”
Softened feet stumbled across jagged edges of uncertainty The fear of falling into histories timeline of failure and disappointment thrashed from within Shards of regret twisted and… Read more “The Gaze of Judgement”
Coursed, pricked feet swung across the threshold of brick and mortar; her voice lifts with the breeze and like a dagger, pierces my heart with a sincere… Read more “The Rythmic Language of a Man’s Heart”
The call of the constant wonderer Shutters through the silence of this trance state Fighting back the fading light I find myself wrapped in the planes of… Read more “The Call of the Constant Wonderer”
A royal shade of blue seemed to coat my eyes like a silk scarf wrapped delicately around my head. At first I felt detached from my body,… Read more “M4D42012 – Glass Door Secrets”
I have found that the 365 steps of this lucid dreamer are deteriorating however I have come to learn that with each intensely lucid dream I become… Read more “The sleepless lucid dreamer”
Don’t walk in the shadows of another’s life trying to pick up the broken pieces of their happiness pretending their yours.
No matter how you try to make the pieces fit they will NEVER make YOU whole.
Truth will always outweigh the delusion of desire
Your steps were not made to walk the lines of another’s.
Yet with callous palms and bruised feet you stumbled across unmarked planes
Allured by the promises of the formidable opposition of the heart, chasing foreign dreams.
Like trap doors you fell within the seams
Back into the shadows to collect the broken pieces of disconcerting memories
Desperate and so blind to what your heart is truly seeking…
Follow the voice inside and break free
Standing upon a hill with grass seamlessly covering the earth below and a color so rich that it gave off the presence of perfection, I didn’t dare… Read more “M2D142012 – The 18th Hour”