you don’t come from there anymore

Tell me what I am for I no longer seem to understand for as I walk I only stand – stuck in shifting sands I merely come from this race of man but what is my expectation – lost in meaningless fixations my heart can take no more of my minds compensations My war is…

from ashes i come

you take bitter words from battered young lungs refrain – and re-frame from what you’ve become massacred moments of what was your past tainted old feelings that die with the last of hopes and off dreams when all you had left was your will to breath windows to a soul that can no longer bleed…

Be it brave

Be the one you had to be Before you lost the hope The dream Be the one who’s steady and free Who’s rock Who’s iron Who’s ment to be Not this week And bitter dream Be the one Bore from ice Be the one Who can entice Weather it be wrong Or right Be it…

old lies

What are these things inside my mind within my ears circling inside? What are these thoughts could they be mine could they be trusted could they be lies What are these hopes but the promise of tears but the whispers that linger of old untold fears? What is this need for the things deep within…

our fears

what can i say for the week but words a fool would seek and what is there to be said when the words that circle in our heads only tell us of whats not left for us any more for the doors have all but closed and its up to us to know its up…

the boy vs the man

he’s dark he’s the mark of everything – of the ring of the sting of what lays – within for the man can’t stand what he is but the boy always toys – -with everything But he can’t – he knows not – which one he is because the man knows his father to be…