What it is, a pushy thing, to make one go mad when in wait for probably nothing— a snag for the undergrad.
The house is open, progressive and full of kits and keys for simple sounds. Synths start and synchronize and hints toward the climax, before the four hit the floor. Beat, kick, shrill, beat; the synths and drums drill and floors shake when the bass and speakers meet. Four to the floor, until the Synth sings … Continue reading Making Progress
Silence speaks to me in my artificial wanderings. Go out But when I do I roll in the grass, its warm prick inviting, the stiff soil and clouds respond and keep the sun in check. Nature produces a hope of its own, but in its wake, my conscience, does not want to be alone. “God, … Continue reading All Man-Made Roads Lead to a Dead End
In a huge space, I’m on a small ship and I find myself out of orbit. Within its walls, I dare to perceive a sense of direction but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter to me. From window to window, I try to look beyond but there is no right, no right and no wrong. … Continue reading Astronomic Dilemma
Love chooses its strings. Some hold tight, others hang low but proceed to cling.
Dare we speak of and remember the past pain which seemed like yesterday yet took its place in last December? May it be so only today. Let our mind sift through memory’s thread back to building blocks and figurines or when mother tucked us into bed. May it be that to her care we lean. … Continue reading Revisit the Good, Recall the Bad
See God’s spectacle: The mountain’s firm foundation rests on His right hand.
Stop trying, you’ll only make it worse Let the words slip by, and forget about the verse. Care not for the meaning or every little beat Just carry, carry on, and let the phrases meet. Write it out but don’t keep it in Speak on out, as much as you can. Ready or not, words … Continue reading Stop Trying
She’s a demon And there’s room for Your heart in her cage. Lies, a cage of lies. She’ll slip your tired Soul from its place And twirl it around Her finger. She wears white T Covered in red cardigan. Deception. Her honest propositions Shine by day But by night, Disarm you of virtue and care. … Continue reading Romantic Possession
The wall I once sat on Looks taller down here. I don’t think I’ll ever–never put together–get up again. At once, I set high standards And sat on high places, Shifted around and slipped between tough spaces. The fall down was bearable, But, the impact? Pain. All that remains is regret graven on face; Something … Continue reading Popular Insecurity