~Win*

Miles free to roam

But ever like a cubicle,

shrinking is my home.

Pasting on a smile

my lies against their truth,

I am still a demon

No, a faded, fearsome ghost.

Living with this title

chipping at my brain,

I remember in my anger,

Love, this life’s a losing game.

You exist in my periphery as the waves upon the shore

A promise ever waiting of a life that never bores

But my darling we’ve been broken swift with life’s unending rush

9.12.18

I think a monster waits for me

beyond the garden wall.

He went away in summertime

but I guess he likes the Fall.

I think a monster waits for me

Can you hear his call?

He's quiet as a hummingbird

while also big and strong.

Would you like to name my monster?

It's a silly game we play

To while away the hours long

at the dawn of each new day.

Sometimes he favors anger

others sadness draws him near

Never have I called him

envy, pity, strife, or fear

I promise he won't hurt you

if you treat him kindly dear

He only wants to help you

the truth he will make clear

Some misunderstand his presence

only see him as a threat

And not an opportunity

to claim power unspent

Some may see a monster

but me I see a friend

A lifelong brave companion

where my fears can leave their breath.

A twitch of misdirection

leads to hours of regret

The crumpled twisted metal

promises I will forget

The spilling gas is pungent

as the anger burning grows

The slick striped darkened pavement

my true desperation shows

The diamond glass lay shattered

in a fan upon the ground

But peace my thoughts had promised me

Emotions run like rivers

Through the gardens stretching wide

The ones that store our memories

Dreams, and treasured smiles.

The pipes have started freezing

The water turned to ice

And I can't find a substitute

That quite replaces life.

I've searched atop high mountains

And roamed through valleys low

But haven't found a single place

That feels akin to home.

The boards were put up slowly

In a ballad of defeat

Hopes once cherished gone away

Silenced quick with sleep.

I'll tell you these small secrets...

If youll keep them is a guess,

But I am fine, yes truly good.

There is beaty in the broken

There is fault within the stars

And though many mistakes we'll make,

This life we live is OURS.

Oil and gasoline run down the streets.

Blood from the metal destroyers we keep.

World​ has been crying, still we calmly sleep,

while our life force is smothered 'neath our toxic feet.

Today I feel a little bit sort of strangely odd.

One thing I know impeccably; Ms. River is a god.

Did I mispell Did I mean to say those words in day?

I keep forgetting Am always letting letters fill a page.

But not a novel nor a book or anything you'll read.

More a jumble of rambling thoughts that no one ever needs.

If I vanished faded fast like ink into a page,

Would you miss No Would you care or search a single day?

Let it go just let it be I'll tear my heart for you.

What did I do. I'm sorry for. the sadness I cause too.

Brand your feelings spoken brash into my mind won't you?

I find myself enraptured with your love of feeling blue.

You say the world gives sorrows like a child's careless laugh.

The concept that your words have weight you always realize last.

So clutch at your conviction 'till your hair is thin and grey.

I'm sure you'll be good company with nothing new to say.

And when the storm clouds gather if you feel afraid, frail, weak

Remember poisoned memories you've never feared to speak...

Let us go exploring, let us see this wide wonderous world

Hold my hand, oh would you please, as we soar through the skies

We'll see if it is right here, now, among sweet nature's song

With oceans on our fingertips and deserts in our bones

Our spines borne straight from mountainsides

And stardust fine and cold

Go on this one adventure as we find where we belong

💛