Sporadically Brian

broken beyond repairthis tired old machinemade of water carbon and air configured and contained withina surprisingly large mass of skin now witheredand thin this bodythis vehicle for a soulthis vessel for nature’s beautyshining throughbefore time [...]

i see youhidingjust behind the eyes and in that momentrealizethe path to power more than violenceand much more than knowledgeyou stand apart defenselessto the onslaughtof love and forever transformedby the shining truthof vulnerability there you [...]

it’s like a dreamwith eyes that look right through mefrom behind the silver screenor so it seems i look aroundto see i’m not alone in this illusiona thousand hopes and dreams are foundall focus on [...]

tell me grandmawhere do the flowers goin winterwhen the winds blowcold as the night show me grandmahow can we be happywhen deathtakes us to the valleybe wrong or right grandma share your wisdomas the change [...]

as the age of man struggles to draw yet one more tortured breathwe hear the cries of children for only children can truly know the promise of unadulterated innocenceand youth alone may bend the impossibleor [...]

once againi move quietly through the nightrisking my sanitydemanding at most a modicum of dignityfrom an ever-mystifying world my search for rhyme or reasonor bothdefies logicjust as my penchant for truthis quickly overwhelmed the seemingly [...]