Monthly Archives: December 2015

On The Run

Even after the bullets fall
Through a tangibly epic barrage
Atop a pile of contrived evidence
One stands out in the open
Assuming some shadows cover
Though those were only inside
Hiding the humanity instilled at birth
The shadow assumed was vacant
Exposed to limitless dangers
One by one they took their turns
Drowning, choking, stabbing
Molding a new path to follow
One with plenty of diversions
Keeping eyes off all that’s important
Focusing on short lived thrills
Scavenging the bottom of a bottle
Dropping the lighter to the floor
Shaking through smoked cold
Wondering how this all happened
Faintly remembering how it used to feel
Without slimed fingers clenching the soul
Contemplating if there will ever be escape
An answer that is on the run
The search continues with half a heart



Let Me Down

If you’re going to pull the rug
Gently whisper a final confession
Something to conclude loose threads
A coordinate to guide wandering thoughts
The starlight washing our canvas

Sometimes a certain opacity skins all
A perspective seldom achieved
The synthetic sirens beget side roads
Aiming steadily at the light switch
Threatening to turn off illumination
To hide love in the shadows
Never to be felt
The bullet always flies in the air
It always comes with a prescription
Leaving traces to prove history
There was a time before damnation
And all those who wander the shadows
Who are lost under the same plight
Their story does not transmit
Their silence always rumbling
Vibrating to the point of nothing
Measured on the deaf ears of the saved
Through sad tales told in dark bars
The prologues to the night embraced
Filled with all the misdirections demanded

No move on the board is unaccounted
All choices were measured
Debt collections on a skewed path
Over the grey sky of reminiscence.

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March Off The Cliff

Many strides before the ground collapses
Multiple deserts marking time for contemplation
Several sidelines waiting to enlist into the lowest rungs
Choices after every step
Decisions on every breathe
Never diminish the victories earned through mere seconds
Nor forget the beauty of failure
How it brightens a drive to avoid it next time
How it keeps the fire alive

Ignoring these destructive ninjas
The ghosts appearing in your periphery
Enticing your soul to deviate from the path
Reject hope, embrace fear
Never succeed and never make attempts
A solemn dismissal of arms
The fight ever-ending
A spirit put down but still drawing drawing breathes
A body hindered by denominations of enlightenment
A decidedly simple conclusion to a harrowed fight
Self destruction, stumbled abundance
Figurative findings, flakey cognitions
The end is always the end
An opponent that never shows it’s face
Power makes one more shy
In an inversion of pulpable fear
We may be afraid of the darker half
But the darker half is afraid of our courage.