The Feed

Fear is waiting in the shadows, and it patiently watches you. It takes its seat a few chairs down. You go on without a clue. Closely, it observes your routine. It studies your schedule. It has an endless time to plan ahead, never losing its cool. It uses tools that you feed upon, like the devices you willingly watch. It uses the writings upon your … Continue reading The Feed

Carried

Her need for excitement has no bounds–no limitations. Each night, the liquor provides for her… Tantalizing sensations. Painted face, powdered nose. Fragrance of flower. She hits the city for a night of needs. For the moment, empowered. Dancing around, drowning in the cocktails of apathy. Her prophecy, fulfilled. She scans the room for the body — masculine and thrilled.   Darkness and desire. The guilt … Continue reading Carried

That’s Just You

Perhaps I’m a self-centered prick? Saying and doing the things that make others sick. Perhaps I’m a little bit fed up? Willing to stay within the rut. Maybe I’m a little unkind? Repulsed by the attitudes that I find. Am I a terrible man? It seems that only a few are a fan.     Perhaps I’m a kindhearted guy? I just have trouble getting … Continue reading That’s Just You

I Left It Somewhere Along The Way

I’m a little bit less joyous these days, and I sometimes wonder why. Things kind of lost their luster — not as bright through this same eye. I told myself, ‘It’s just a season.’ How long can a season be cold? It’s not a frigid season, but, this needless chill gets old. I long for a time when laughter and smiles were abundantly there for … Continue reading I Left It Somewhere Along The Way

Times of Some

Sometimes, it’s the setting sun. It’s the way the tree appears featureless as the light on the horizon, behind her, is leaving for the eve. A silhouette, left in the dark, until the light returns to brighten another day… sometimes.   Sometimes, its the song. Three single notes, pulling the fears from the eyes, as the acoustic speaks what we couldn’t say. Taking all the … Continue reading Times of Some

Preach It, Brother…

I struggle with sin. Yes, I admit. So, throw your stones — do what you see fit. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard how I’m not like Christ from a “brother”, whose correction is always precise.   I’m sickened by the man whose sole intention is to berate. Teaching the world, “that, of God” making himself look oh, so great. Battering the addict … Continue reading Preach It, Brother…

Affirmation

Reality is what we say it is, yet, we never really know. Flecks, upon flecks upon flecks… Doing the guesswork.   The smallest fleck: Some flesh, a few bones, lots of water, and a brain that keeps it all, “real”. What do we have to say? Forcing a wind from our internal, voicing our realities through a hole in our face. Using symbols in a … Continue reading Affirmation