The sky burns with the longing of forgotten dreams
As the wretched air follows the blade of dying screams
With envy pulling souls across a field of despair
And hollow eyes are bleeding, raining down through putrid air
Rasping breaths come flowing out of the writhing deep
And stirring sounds are seething from demons in their sleep
And in the sweaty silence enfolded by the dark
I am slowly sinking as my mind is torn apart
Take the whispers woven through the wind
And brush the ruin off my skin
Fractured light is slicing through
Resolves that echo less than true
And the slippery earth that winds around
A hope that’s lost in the churning ground
Cries foul to a leaden sky
That bleeds a mist falling like a sigh
Bitter is the dark and blasted dirge
Smashing screams of chaos merge
From shadows of life lost in the search
Remain nothing but etchings of alder and birch
Free flow to the soul and I forgot to follow lazy rivers down paths with golden seams. How far have I gone without willing the pen to fly over seas of doubt, forests of sorrow, pastures of…
I’ll skip the biblical references. No need for irreconcilable differences during a reading of beliefs.
How far can I fly without starlight and the moon bright? Wings of silver casting shadows of white on the ground in the moon lit night…
Can’t I wander for the sake of it? For the joy of it? For the freedom I find in my mind? Leave the doubt behind and cry and love and pain and everything wonderful in the world and beyond. And if I write what I feel and express myself with an eloquent tongue, a rude tongue, a crude tongue and true tongue, then where will I go? To the hall of scholars, to the dusty courtrooms and holler, “Hear I Am!” Or will I find myself with a pen and pad writing what I think is sad and wrong and not doing what I can to make myself a better man?
Words are mine, but with them I just wrap my life in self-important prose and flowery words about a rose and in the end no one knows that I weep these words onto the page and sadly walk from my own stage.
Welcome to Passages. The purpose of this blog is a simple yet needful one in my life: an outlet for writing poetry and prose. I deeply enjoy the written word and find that poetry and short prose help me process events and emotions in my life constructively. Self-analysis and self-expression in one package. I hope to post here on a fairly regular basis. While most posts will be written works, there will probably be a blog entry here and there. Visit the About page for a more in-depth look at why the site exists. Thank you for visiting.