A seed

if I shout at the top of the mountain or weep at the bottom of the sea if I bear my teeth or sink in retreat the globe still does its rounds and i had a dream so big and bright it burned the eyes of many a scorn full man I had a dream…

Sweet thing

if I was the good child if I was the sweet thing what help would that warrant what hope would that bring if it was for true love would I even know would I understand could it ever show cj beamish

war cry

can i love the silence for the way it stirs when i roar Can i love the violence the way holding it back is a choir and if my blood was a curse the way they swear it is to me am i aloud to love the abominable thing that it makes of me can…

Growing cold

We fall in love with it The pain inside our head Obsessing until it becomes part of us Like a sacrifice to god we love because we fear him , Creating the mass epidemic Of depression and false longing that seems to consume us all We no longer live in the moment We capture it…

Rebuild

I fell in love with it Dissecting the past Toying with the remains like it meant something Like I’d find something there That would open up a view of luminescence dancing in my eyes Like a final answer to the unvoiced Untangible questions dancing behind my eyelids Taking me away from the present leaving a…