An Endless Narrative...

A vague nuance arose in her eyes as she stared into the mirror again for the first time.

Bewildered by intrigue she delivers a kiss to bestow upon her audience the affection she was denied. A crime that lovers commit incestuously at the feet of their Royal and self-righteous pride. Shelling out promises whose weight alone could swell its own Tides.

A shame she bore in the darkness of her own eyes.

“When was the last time??” her thoughts as she waltzed through the corridors of an empty Hall. There she stood the lone witness to the shelter's deep and dreary walls.

Yet the question echoed in her mind to no end or pause.

A somber stride that reflects the nature of her new found resolve.

A willing rebel of sacrifice for the unimaginable passion the journey called.

Such a short distance to touch the soul.

Words much like their thoughts that produced no sound to recall.

“Such a bitter-sweet taste.” she whispered as her hands touched the curtain drapes.

As a soft wind trailed them through an open window to find her fragile face.

Invading the surroundings that made her feel as if she were at a distance and safe.

Looking directly into her desires and doing what it pleases and loving what it takes.

All the while her Heart is moving as rapid as her mind's pace…

And this sensation, no this desire, this urge beacons upon its target until it penetrates.

Still Pictures

I revisit moments in the past

With a vision of memories lagged

Like the one's in the Grandma's bag

When time was a point that everybody snagged

And your thoughts provided the path to the thoughts that we add

Long days suffer to the discontent of its own missing laugh

Wishing upon wishes for a sober path

But the trail was blurred by the vision of this drunken math

Bitter sweet, and sometimes sad

But I still believe

As I sit near the shores of change and follow the wind's speed

Captured by the steps of this untamed breeze

We dance a dance that makes the waltz easy to seize

A nervous kiss transformed into a gentle squeeze

Something to behold from the banks of this sea

A pain that goes further into the bosom leaving no place to flee

This pandemic befalls every captive eye that only wanted to peak

Growing more intense with every word that we didn't speak

A battle for the strong but the victory was for the weak

Because nobody knew the struggles that strengthened him underneath

Dissenting Voices

The torture gathered by the voices of deceit

Lost my visual perception within the sounds of the deep

Very next to my soul under the breaths of my lungs and the thumps my heart beats

Where mysteries lie in the truths we all seek

Now where is this going?

No questions, no guessing, nobody's knowing

Something sinister in the mist where everyone is throwing

Thoughts collide under the hopes that possibly we're growing

Short waves tell a path of telepaths for the fortunes we craft in disaster's showing

Where do we land from the crash, is this love or is this wrath

The distorted confusion paralyzes the paralyzed with more pain than is televised

Nothing is as it seems so much for the nightmare that started off as a dream

Mere moments that have passed and virtually destroyed the precipitous of an uncrowned king

Visions we cherish along with the good times that we cling

Hostilities arise in the ambitions of fiends

Who’s going to save these souls?

A script is written for no man to play the role

An undesired effect its Author perpetuates so the prospective lost in the fold

Casualties of a minor calamity stricken with partially realized goals

Seductive crimes that aches hearts until grief finds its toll

First came a gesture from Heaven's width that bled out the abyss buried within

Seeping outward until the tunnel vision blinded foes and reminded friends

Souls and sore eyes might have sight like bitter sweets have its revenge

Silhouettes play joyfully to the tunes of their sin

How can we let go?

More answers to questions we didn’t know

Or was it questions we had and just didn’t know...No?

Guessing at the epithet my version of lost regret

Found my shield to guard myself and inoculate my pride from the threat

 What do you protect in this societal veil?

Stories are televised but the news is not what they tell

Which was it that felt like beating life?

146 beats per minute stored on the shelf

Never to see the pain that you felt

Hidden again because the truth was hot enough to melt

No drug to assuage the death, missing an infants’ laughter

And haunted from its missing breath

No pictures, no first steps

No mom or mother or father no body wept

Just abortion and another murder that we all accept

At night the haunted pages of your memory torment the sheets where you slept

A planned mistake has its neglects

Maybe we’re next adjoined in this respect

So the funeral is a sigh of relief that earns every bit of its vex.

A Subway of Sinners (The Forgotten)

A subway of sinners
Angry beginners, there ain't no righteous winners
Guilty of greed
Once sown the seed of the devil's vengeance
Planters take heed no turning back once you're in it
Similar sentence across the prisms, listen
Sorrowful sounds underground found a vision
An eye full of spite and a mouth filled with repentance
Opposition in the peripheral didn't make a difference
Living in inches it's a fight to the finish
I hope I last
Walking upon the broken glass
Scattered rags from homes with no moms or no dads
Abandoned faces form a hardened mask
Hiding their expression from the society that walked past
Where the wind was blanketed their skin
And their hopes were their only pair of pants
A night time transition
Where concrete slabs transformed into sleeping pads
Now the trains are speeding past
Wondering which one was better this life versus the last
Collapsed under the weight of a lonesome place
No one budged they just stood and judged or played it safe
The story read while toasting bread for breakfast plates
The forgotten never remembered until another took her place
A sobering trail of tears that smeared another face