If Only I Knew How to Breathe

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If only I knew
How to truly draw breath
To drink in the world
Unbound, by the curse of fear

While passersby
Glide on, masterfully
I simmer through the nights
Growing, full with despair

Some gorge passionately
On the fibers of living
While the full, totter miserably
Looping, forever more

If only I knew
The true agony of hunger
I’d savor the world 
And it’s every 
Precious morsel

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Sway and Turn

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Hollow eyes
Sway quietly
Frozen over and numb

At home
In the care
Of charitable winds
Drained of all color and sound

Beyond the clatter
Of friend and foe
Beyond the cries
Of the merciful few

Barren glances
Shall sway and turn
Never knowing
The wind is their master

Leather-Bound Romance

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Memories
Become dancing sparks
Starved for the contours
Of a drifting mind

I allow the moments
Spent far ago
To cradle the present
I am doomed to cleave

Leather – bound romance
Grows to a menacing fog
Echoing, the sweet nothings
That plagued my former self

I no longer reel
For fondness reigns supreme
Coddling, my present angst
With the coils
Of newfound tenderness

I shall never lament
Only bask in love restored
Forgetful of the agony
That once scorched me so

Daybreak Remains in Tatters

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I’ve no shame, left to offer
Only bones
Plucked clean
Stripped, of all former dignity

I scavenge the days
Pocketing
The prized merit of strangers

Swallowing whole 
Honest tribulations
As I wither
Enclosed
By self-neglect

Yet
I’ve no regrets
Not a scrap of remorse to spare

For daybreak remains in tatters
I haven’t the urge 
To rise again

Languishing Roots

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The unseen caverns
Rave with my voice
Brimmed with the smoke
Of harbored, life-long regrets

Solitude bays
Mirroring
The agony I keep

Isolation
Cries and beckons
With the same dismay
Awaiting, clarity’s loom

I sprawl no longer
In this phony refuge
The placid comfort
That yields no more

Perpetual night
Thieves me of balance
And I shall not ascend
From these brooding caverns
Ive carved, thoughtlessly

In Bloom at Long Last

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Where the lights
Were unable to follow
A stillness prevailed
From a young, bashful heart

In bloom
At long last
He flourished quietly
Through the cold depths of night

Bereft
Of the rude
Shimmering of day

He scaled higher and higher
With vibrant hues
Blossoming, the entire way

Life
Now lurked from below
Coiled in shadow
For the downtrodden to reap

Where the colors
All stirred in defiance
Fervently dancing
In the firm clutches of night

The Armor of Vengeance

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From the ashes
Guilt, blared its dismay
While the winds belowed
Their murderous refrain

The smoke climbed
With a hungry vigor
Scouring for the young
Their grim hearts 
Driven, to the furnace of mayhem

Docile voices
Were claimed
With the greatest haste

As the earth
Madly quivered
In each thoughtless
Crater spawned

Thundering heroes
Knew not 
The trail they cleaved

But courage 
Could not wither
For vengeance
Slays, the wrath of fear

Digital Hideaway

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I thrive
Rooted, in three prong sockets
Coursing with the world
And all its fine bounty

My flesh remains
Loyal to stagnation
As these hollow eyes dart
And roam, with curious vigor

Hunched forth
With lips ajar
As the living set sail
As the callous expire

Without a sound
My being unravels
In the zombiesque drone
Of digital hideaway

Incapable of Falling

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The wind raids my lungs
As my frame tussles
In the chokehold of sleep

Sprung awake
Into the clutches of night
I ponder 
What could have been

For slumber
Has bid a hasty farewell
And I have not 
The stomach to return

Ghastly dreams
Plague the endless dark
In the foyer of reveries
Where delusion 
Ushers me forth 

So I coast away
In my vessel of insomnia
Unwilling 
Incapable of falling

Procede

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Procede
Is the ascending chorus
Blaring with vigor
In the aft of my mind

The unwavering glow
Amidst the mire of angst
A defiant outpost
Ever-brazen
Against each gust of torment

It is the stoic banner
Proudly aflutter
Charging forth 
Into the fray
Swelling, all valor within

Procede
Jolts me forth
And I jet away
From past lamentations

Driven to flourish
In the morrow’s
Charitable embrace