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Gone for So Long

Monday, October 30th, 2017

I know I have been gone for so long now
And I was gone long before you noticed my absence;
Long before the words stopped appearing on the page
Life took me in and swallowed me whole.
Before I realized that the dream was really
A monster waiting with epic patience
And a growling gut with my name written
On the insides of its being, etched into its bones.
It was born for me and I for it.

I thought this my beautiful escape but was disappointed to see
Avoidance is a trap with a honey tongue but maggots for eyes.
I tried so hard to be something that I am not
But lost all that was beautiful in me along the way.
You cannot strip back the rotting flesh of apathy
Without carving into yourself a permanent well
Filled to the brim with blood that becomes a scar on your being.

Who I was will always be who I am
No matter how far I run or how often I raise my eyes to the sky
I replaced my chains with rosary beads binding me to a book
That weighed me down like an anchor at the bottom of the sea
My pursuit always just out of reach
Finger tips grazing the surface, trying to catch sunbeams
But I only find the bubbles of my evaporating breath.

I have been gone for so long now
I am no fool. I know I can never go back to where I was
But I will do my best to pick up the pieces
To build something new from the wreckage of myself.
I was a shipwreck cracked in half out at sea
The broken parts of me lost somewhere becoming a coral reef,
Let my bones be the home of some new creature.
I cannot wait to meet this thing born from the ashes of me.

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Isaiah’s Flame

Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

Sirens wail within the walls of these catacombs
Reaching through the permeable loom
And its outstretched strings weaving together
A city of countless threads thinking they stand
Independent from the unraveling yarn.
But if we burn the end and watch the fire swallow the coil
We will all burn together
This masterpiece going up in flames
Like the greatest bonfire of being
That ever burst forth from the abyss of this abysmal world
The powerful and strong will not reason
The reckoning flame away
That flicker of the snakes tongue can taste the air
Filling with heat, the crackle and pop of thread
Being split in twain
But just alike, both will burn together.


Fool’s Trick

Sunday, May 12th, 2013

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The Old Name had died of a Fool’s trick that was perfect.


Deep-Sea Waters

Saturday, May 11th, 2013

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Hit the floor like a shot to the mind set in deep-sea waters.


Surreal Silence

Friday, May 10th, 2013

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Enjoy the dark calm, There’s no surreal silence crying for a bullet to the head.



Thursday, May 9th, 2013

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Impassioned beyond the bounds of creative change.


Blue Goddess

Wednesday, May 8th, 2013

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Blue godess cry to compliance and guarantee the nightspot blues.


Tree Rings

Tuesday, May 7th, 2013


These old rings catch the light of the setting sun like the laughter lines on your face.

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Tuesday, May 7th, 2013

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Brutal voice, I know No relief day, or night.

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Monday, May 6th, 2013



A sting of merciful fear opened the door of absence; the invasion of the new.