Why does it seem like I’m treading on ice? It could all come crashing down yet the feeling’s so nice Each time I come back is another relapse The high is so great but just ends in collapse The pain isn’t caused by the places you’ve been The pain that’s the worst is the … More Make Believe
Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
Come close, softly whisper all the secrets in your mind What’s buried in its darkest depths, shrouded and confined? Until the veil is lifted and what’s hidden is exposed No one knows just who you are; the truth is undisclosed So many fail to understand, refuse to comprehend Ignoring harsh reality for a world … More Piece of Mind
Come here close, come here, see? “Are these the things you said I need?” “Wait a second, what is this?” My trick worked, now you do belong to me Come on down, don’t be shy “I think that we should let it be” Just you wait, you won’t regret “You’re really starting to scare me” … More The Worst Tinder Date Ever
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
Thought. It is such a curious concept. It exists behind everything. Every single action, every single behavior, every single thing we do is motivated by thought, whether conscious or not. Breathing, for example. Do you think every time you take a breath? I think not. And yet you do it. I am having difficulty compartmentalizing … More The Answer: 2
I fear I’ll never know why they did the things that they did. Yet, counter-intuitively, this is the very question that lies at the bottom of every single shred of truth I find in my quest to understand these things called humans. Why? Why did they do what they did? This rudimentary, fundamental question has … More The Answer: 1
The world is torn, its seams are frayed They say they’ve wished them well and prayed So many hold opinions, strong But words are where they stop, its wrong For if the ones who claim to care Are genuine, then where’s their fare? What costs have they all taken on? Outside of tweets, or … More Torn
“Bites of the Round Bowl!! Please, lend me your ears.” Standing valiantly on the balcony of Cage Spamalot’s Keep, Grr Barker tells the entire Realm of the quest he will embark on, with no puns intended. “Realm!” He shouts, “I shall commission my bravest, most chivalrous Bites to accompany me on this epic quest! We … More The Ward & the Bone: 13
Sweaty brow, aching back, home packed lunch and the sleepless nights That’s how things were done when people worked, reaching up for higher heights Dirt and grit, skin and bone, not a moment thrown into the waste Men would own up to the challenge, no obstacle they wouldn’t face Things got done, cities built, on … More Hide & Seek
How the World Should Work 