Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Dreamers & Sleepers
So reaper, if you can hear my voice//I'll warn you, you've got just one choice//You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul//But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice
5-Second Love Note
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
Utterances of a Weary Soul
The moonlight was irascible that night, and chilled me to the bone though all else was utterly balmy , with a slight breeze.
Of Caught-Soughts and Could-Stoods
Tread the world with light-footed dreams Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams To knock your block into being caught-sought...
Consigned
The velvety, black sky Rests heavily upon the city lights He promised he'd teach me to fly Deeper, ever deeper into the night For dreams don't just last in our eyes Life was not made for the mind So kiss the moon goodbye To naught shall thee ever be consigned Evoke
On the Shoulders of Our Words
We place a burden on the shoulders of our words We tell them they can create and invent An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent As... Continue Reading →
Et Spes Somnium
In this dazed, ulterior state I find it easy to lose my sight It is difficult to placate Simply living is an onerous plight When all that is innate Escapes me out of spite My heart this life cannot sate When dreams only last for the night
December Rose 