Tag Archives: Abstract

Midas (2015)

I once sat upon a gold throne, One I grew to call my own. It was from here that I could rule the land I’d known, But I soon grew weary of what I’d been bestowed. The days were long, and … Continue reading

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Levee Of the Soul Asea

I refuse to believe that this is all there is and ever will be – Flash floods, spilled blood, and sunken ships lost at sea. There’s only so much I can relay to chance, Even Lazarus rose on the fourth day from … Continue reading

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Fr(e)ight Train

Time races by like a freight train. Everything evades me while I stand out in the rain, Waiting for a sign that I won’t keep lagging behind indefinitely; It’s like God’s played some cruel joke on me. I know I’m … Continue reading

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Funeral For One

I have to bury my baby Six feet under the dirt, And cover up his casket With fistfuls of sullen earth. It’s not how I pictured it – You’re never prepared to lose the ones you love. A funeral for … Continue reading

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Shattered Glass

Every reflection Is distorted in the glass; A mirror to my fate. Waiting for the time to pass. But if each shard contains the whole, Why does this all feel so hollow? Close my eyes so I can’t see, I’m walking on … Continue reading

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Red Letter Day (2014)

Crime scene eyes, Murderous lies; Rag doll limbs In a scarlet demise. Passers-by watch a fate they narrowly avoided, All too real when blood is spilled. Fears evoked behind tightly sealed lips; a torturous ordeal. You’ve got time to kill, so … Continue reading

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My Heart Is Deep-Sixed

In fair weather and foul, I’ll be your friend. Peacekeeper, eagerly subdued; You’re my first choice. But I’m water and you’re glue – And I’m still stuck on you. I slip right through your fingertips, And I’m abashed to admit … Continue reading

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