Static Euphoria

I flood my ears
With static euphoria
As the mind trails away
And my limbs course
With primal desire

In spite of the wind
I cleave, the frigid night
Brimmed with the valor
Of melodic disarray

The earth
Becomes a passing blur
As I speed undeterred
In buckets of sheer resolve

Until exhaustion
Quiets my laboring frame
And I exude, satisfaction
Content with the trail
I’ve thoughtlessly blazed

Merely a Conquered Life

I am the faint pulse
Lurking in the depths
Of scarred
And tattered flesh

Past downcast eyes
Burdened with fear
I cleave for the open
With a bounty of anguish

I fade into
The day to day patchwork
Where the fortunate beckon
And the timid weave

I am
Merely a conquered life
That quietly wanes
Far away
From the turning world

Rationed Words

His silent simmering
Was a beacon
For those adrift

For those who swayed
Upon the currents of dreams
For the far-away travelers
Engulfed, by silent peril

He rationed his words
Through a labyrinth of verse
Through the treacherous bends
Of careless chatter

Inward he dove
Unfazed and quiet
As the watchful hordes
In desperate longing

Quiet Grief


Cries of boyhood angst
Are free
From my bitten tongue

Yet no truth prevails
No heartache can crawl
From the ruins
Of my war-torn conscience

The toll
Of harbored sorrow
Shall beckon forever more

Never daring to clamor
For the waiting arms
Of the crude and heinous world

Never to draw
The care of roving eyes
That have seen
All of the same

Reverie of Apocalypse


A sudden flash
Tore away at the homely dark
Flooding the hollow void
With a clashing array
Of fire and hues

The canopy of night
Fluttered away
Carried, by a traveling wisp

The eternal glimmer
Of ghostly

I remained
Far from terrified
As I sailed for the care
Of faultless panorama

The life I knew
Was fully undone
Sinking at peace
Full, with quiet reverence

And I was
To regain my balance
For the tolling fowls
Were at their prime

I was
To gather
My scattered composure

And breathe
At ease
For the day
Was finally drawn