Poetry Blogs (self-knowledge)
Old wounds have begun to heal.
This new life feels unreal.
The shadow hanging above my soul.
I was once trapped within a role.
The wounded one full of anger
Dragging his worthless anchor.
Behold look into the mirror.
Now gaze upon your own error.
You thought you couldn't stumble
But it's the season to be humble.
No time for embracing illusion.
The former has reach...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 3:35 pm
Others create self-serving expectations
That they thrust upon you with no hesitation.
Always remember you have two choices,
To heed or ignore the many voices.
Most define themselves by what others say,
Resigned to play the games people play.
Sooner or later they will awaken,
Realizing that they’ve been mistaken.
Then a rebirth for all to see.
Some will rejoice, some will...
Thursday 11th October 2018 1:53 pm
High priced clothes, foreign cars, money, hoes,
living the good life, trips around the world living right
but you missing something in your life.
Even though you have the money you looking around like “where my friends go?”
You chased them away because you thought you was something
flexing on "em" making big money
In a blink of an eye God took it all back
now you stu...
Thursday 5th July 2018 6:10 pm
What is love? Is it real? Is it even a possibility? I can not fathom another person really loving... Life is what it is. Humanity is cruel, and to find ones other half is only a miracle given by the one who created us... Love is strange is it instinct or is it only self preservation? Does the mind trick one into feeling only to have two more hands and a mind to help provide and support? the human ...
Sunday 1st July 2018 5:46 pm
Dead wood, no good.
Get rid of the dead
wood that won’t burn
like wet yew branches.
People are dead wood,
like soul callouses.
They cling to you,
bring only judgement.
Spouting forth sin,
or their own piss;
its all the same
when you don’t drink it.
They call you wrong,
say you are useless,
no use for burning.
I smack the dead wood
out of my life,...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:33 am
When, at the end of a complicated season
of argument and negotiation
I check, and find that the moon is dark.
And will soon be new,
I consider the things undone
That will not now be done
And the things unexplained
Which will leave large pools of dissatisfaction
And I breathe out, out, emptying the air
From my lungs, and the worries
From my head; letting it a...
Saturday 9th September 2017 5:38 pm
Fear, expresses no emotion.
It neither wraps itself
In cotton anger, or
It lives in the deepest part;
Of your dream.
Taking up room -
Where the life-force should be.
This living ghost,
It does not chew it's food,
It devours it.
No table is enough to
Satisfy it's cravings.
When every opportunity feeds
Thursday 29th September 2011 11:06 pm