Untitled Poem #071314 – The world is a ruthless place where forgiveness is in short supply

The world is a ruthless place where forgiveness is in short supply

One struggles to keep pace

dragging a shameful soul through thick, thorned bramble bush

Over the hills

Down by the water

Where titan weeds grow wild

As their cousins drink from the boggy river

Where unkind kisses of airborne pests roam

Outland thieves do feast on attention

 

A reprieve only being the gentle spirits of air

The winds that lays us down in the middle of it all

And whisper a lullaby calm

All at once

Present

and Absent

BULLETS, BOOZE & BIRTHDAY CAKE: Memoir of An Underemployed Graduate

EXCERPT

He yelled ferociously at the tempered, crackling fire. A piercing roar of rolling thunder caught by occasional chocking sobs. Tearless fits of strain and struggle that stretched each facial line. Every bumbling word fell over the campfire into a slow, deliberate burn.

(…Coming Maybe Never.)

TWENTY-F.O.U.R.

In 2014

I’ve lived Twenty-four years

in cycles Of 24 hours

 

In a cage of 7 days

Inside a four-walled room

Under a quartet of seasons

Sunrise

I rise

To bed

Sunset

UNTITLED #042514

Time flies but I remain still

The more I struggle

The more I sink

Into the past

Into this prison

Into a world

Of wakeless sleep