The Book of Job

Never have I ever longed for cold and bleak December, no, that month is writhe with all my plight, it holds the worst things I remember There is but one day I yearn, it is on the twenty-third, ‘tis a day when children pray and do things that which they all learn But underneath that … More The Book of Job

Loss of the Loved

Hey there you, what a day The sun is out and children play Care for naught, and naught a care If only Life could pause and stay A gleeful sight Until midnight When all dark thoughts Turn on a light Making me remember That sad month before September All hope was lost, the greatest cost … More Loss of the Loved

After Life

What comes next I want to know My mind needs mending Madly so Fear is part of everything The why behind the why behind The good, the bad, the greatest deed Fear is there with its own kind Madness, Anger, Lust, Contempt They’re all part of its posse, see And if it isn’t held at … More After Life

Let Them Eat Cake

One says to the Two to tell the Third that it is time for Four Two tells One “I’m sorry, but I cannot do this anymore” “Do what?” One asks “This pointless task” “Why? I thought you said you liked it here” “I did” Two said, “but I feel dead, and nothing is how it … More Let Them Eat Cake

Perspective

Perspective. It’s a well known concept, of course. After all, everyone’s heard the whole “forest from the trees” type thing. Yes, perspective. It really does matter. In fact, it matters a LOT, because without perspective, we’d all be trapped within our own tiny little boxes, just waiting to tell someone why we are right, and … More Perspective

Matthew 7:1

Can it be that I can read a little that’s too late? Did all my thought forget what’s taught and seek out things to satiate? This isn’t me, I say to thee, my name was never on that line I say my soul will never roll with anyone that’s on that sign Stars can talk, … More Matthew 7:1

Lost

Suns can set horizons high And yet we know, the time is nigh Drifting ever closer, near The things I’ve heard I can’t unhear There is always time and place You write things you want to erase Just to find the pencils broke What’s spoken always remains spoke If only it could go away If … More Lost