Where do the beautiful things come from//The moments that swell your soul...
Beautiful Things
Wearied
...am I jaded, muted, wearied?
Shambles and Rubbish
And so the words mount, leading me wayward//In a room where the doors are all shut//Shambles and rubbish - thoughts to discover//Distant memories that have somehow come undone...
Beetle and Murder
Then I cry in an awful guilt//Sweat beads upon my brow//Each of my sobs ends in a lilt//Because I know I'd do it again...
The Blank Page Only
My mind could start fresh with each new creation//Primordial waters float about my muse...
The Milksop’s Ache
Breathe in with a quiver and out with a quake//Debate if I should turn back, try again when I wake...
Beyond Where the Heart Can See
Oxygenated by the here and now//Seek the places beyond where the heart can see
Art of the Unknown
In the hidden parts of you//Runs an infallible, insatiable torrent//Carving out your inner workings...
Second Chance at Life
I'll try again at the things I failed today//and thank God for my second chance at life
December Rose 