I can see
Someone who has lived
who has loved, who gave everything
Yet they were betrayed and stabbed
I can see someone who at a moment
of pain and sadness
When everyone around was weak
was told to harden, to become a pillar Continue reading
Today I wear my holy hollowed halo from hell
And I say hello
I have managed to break through
The hard shell has induced in softness
The indoctrinating veil has shaken in panic
I cross over with a different mind and views
Through thorough thoughts… though
To be able to step on the other side
What is commonly known as heaven
Is to be able to see what your mind sees
When it makes you see what you are supposed to see Continue reading
her cold knuckles
punching the world.
the cause of
her now broken voice box.
minute resting restless body. Continue reading
Here I am, in the middle of this superfluous wheat field, no walls, no isolated corners, no stern nurses, no weeping visitors, no tormented patients, just me, the fresh air, and you, my beautiful canvas. Oh, and those voices too.
You have always been by me when my best muse, someone who I inferred to be my soulmate refused to save me from those four walls, when my brother saw in my eyes the yearning for liberty and inspiration yet left me for those vicious doctors or when my very own audience petitioned to send me to the asylum when I thought I conveyed my sorrow to them through you, dear canvas. Continue reading
Lazarus is asleep,
no awakening – no weep.
Only a false prophet,
and the evening’s chef,
a performance upon a table
where we feast.
There is an awakening,
there is a beast,
not one of valor,
but one of wrath.
Havoc meets the eye;
flood and fire – worship you,
their names on your blood,
their frames on your walls;
it runs deep. Continue reading
Long ago in a distant land lived two communities,
One believed in the power of the pen,
While the other in the power of the brush
The painters painted all day
And the writers wrote their lives away
But after a long term of peace, war found it’s way,
Just as it always does, it creeped up on them one day Continue reading
Preparing myself for a halo jump into the great unknown. No windows in this pressurized cabin. Just the visage of my superiors behind a cloud of cigar smoke and 10 inch glass. Cuban cigars were always a favorite. I find they take the edge off, but when you’re in what is essentially a zero gravity oven, you find more coming off than just an edge.
Thoughts of her flood back to me as Zero begins his countdown to mission start in a boisterous Bristolian accent. Like a triathlete, I’ve trained countless hours for this in both VR and field ops. Numbers on a board mean nothing when it comes down to the nitty gritty however. When I see her, The Boss (a title earned after several acts of bravery on the beaches of Normandy), I don’t know if I’ll have the resolve and discipline to do what’s right. She is…was my mentor. Continue reading