Fin'lly stopped, I silently rest//Gears red hot from the grind//All pulled apart, cleaned, oiled, and dressed//Refurbished by design
Unable to Move for All the Best Reasons
Some time around noon, you'll give me a call//Rolling around, laughing, and together//We'll fall
Ripple Effect of Understanding
But first, we must dive//And next, we must emerge//And allow the ripples of our newfound fantasia//Swell with a relentless Love
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
Such a Foolish Logic
Smile as the foolish comforts vie for your attention. They needed you far more than you ever needed any one of them.
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VIII: What Sense is There
Moment by moment You next chapter is in progress And as much as you won't like to hear this The words are scrolling past you With every tick of the clock's second hand With ev'ry unfurling of rose pedals Should you meet a wizard It would be well worth the second to make a note... Continue Reading →
The Bravest Thing You Could Ever Be
And I, when left to my own devices, can hardly breathe. I gave myself a moment today to take the world in, and required conscious effort to allow my chest to rise and fall...
Wake the Brigand
And when all is finally said and done Look back at the path you walked along Remember the places you dragged your feet From exhaustion or allowing yourself grace to be lazy On either side, you built the canyon walls Here and there, some sections were forced to fall From your echoed screaming tongue The... Continue Reading →