The Hinterlands

Hinterlands Finger nails scrape a dirty ridge On rusty sides of an iron bridge Thick blood pours down two shaky hands As he makes his way to the hinterlands A pair of filthy, calloused feet Walk where wind and water meet Twixt muddy hill and bleaker dale An exile from the golden vale Abandon all…

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Loser

The Other Man The claps and shouts of loves pronounce Clamor through the streets The wedding party's train announced a merry jubilee But now there walks, one man alone His chest awash with tears The current day's festivities but culminate his fears A mighty duel, their back and forth a warring for her hand with…

Dead Trees

Dead trees There’s a life in rainy daydreams There's a beauty in the breeze There is grace in cracked up sidewalks There is hope in dying trees There is pain in every mystery Bitter truth in every lie Too much longing in our mis'ry Too exhausted now to cry We'll find companions when we're lonely…

For What is Right

Collision Course Tapestratic so erratic Tick by tick and mite by mite everlasting now contrasting in the swirling mountain light empathetic cheap aesthetic you cannot break your own resolve interrupting swift corrupting slow this blackened moon's revolve How can we give up what we love for what is right? It's a question many ask themselves…

Hope?!?

Here and There Wince But ease into an all surrounding hold Distance The dry skin at the edge of your eyes Insistence Peace lives with the patient not the bold Incompetence Catch the sparrows in their lies Missing assurance No tales are left untold The heights of opulence Or glue traps for flies Enslaved by…

Facets

Facets Turning of the back divine away from us We scale the cleft filled rocks faces aglow Wander into incensed darkness Mystery envelopes us clouds upon the mountain Who do we Know? Who do we know? Rains that wash the blood soaked fields in front of us Yet we have spilled the glass upon his…

Point of Choice

Toll Interweaving never leaving Pieces haste to fit Revelation in sensation brand new place to sit pedal back slow retract the ogre takes his bread annihilation swift placation  something ends up dead Who I am Who I was Who I'm meant to be drowning voices moments choices I walk toward one of three   Life…

Into the Promised Joy

I have known few seasons of lasting joy up until now. Not that I would characterize my life as unhappy, quite the reverse. But since elementary school I have never been completely content, as if I was always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have felt seasons of brokenness and loneliness and…

Scriptura

  Blank Page Blank page cause there's nothing left to say Your life feels empty and it's not okay Pencils fill lines ink does just that But your holes are't so small as the three hole punch gaps You might feel just as boxed in or even as dull But a study hall doodler can't…