I play the game, just like I feel I should and rail at the rules that are tried to be imposed on me. But, it seems as if there are times that my whole world slowly slips away, and I wear around my neck that silver medal that was given to me by a brother in all meanings of the word. To help me keep my faith and acts as a charm to change things thrown at me and to disarm all the harm that might be inflicted, when directed a...

With the weight of the world upon me I can't hold my head up high, because after seeing the beauty that’s been destroyed I seem to be in freefall and cascading through the void. Having hope and prayer hidden underneath my wounds that have become those scars I carry, and it seems to be where the demons have their home. They say there's a strength to letting some things go so the truth can be exposed. Suddenly it seems as t...

My whole life seems to have been just waiting for the right time feeling so lost but what can I do? Having had nowhere to run to, and nothing to really hold on to, and having come so close to giving it all up. But, then again my heart won’t let me give in no matter what the situation, and you might call me stupid for doing things that way. I have got no reason yet to die and some have already dug my grave and standing by...

Under the ruins of a walled city; with crumbling towers and beams of yellow light showing through the holes in the walls, with no flags of truce being seen, and with no cries of pity being heard above the sound of the siege guns that have been pounding it through the night. We built these walls of stone and then they crumble back to be encircled in trenches and barbed wire now, beneath the tattered flag we'd made. I retur...

You look like shit my dear brother, and I missed you too; you dumb stupid mother. As I see the handmade welcome home sign hanging above a cheap bottle of red (that won’t be drunk), and knowing that I’ll have some freedom here with an old pull out sofa bed out here in the living room. And I know that I have pushed both; your patience and my luck, but we both carry our choices, and we try to hide our regrets along with know...

Sitting here and feeling my mind slipping back to one summer’s afternoon when I had found a box, and went to be told the stories behind the photos found in that box. Having asked if all was like in all the old war movies, and I was told to sit down, so that I could be filled in on some of the stories behind those old black and white photos. Where to begin? Was what was then asked and I was told that these black and white...

It seems to me as I sit here that with every waking breath that’s been taken; I see some of what life has dealt to me from what seems to be a stacked deck. And with every sadness I deny, I feel a chance inside of me die. Wondering if I will ever be given a taste of something new, and be able to touch and hold something to see me through. Like I have been looking for a breath of life, with the slim possibility of finding a...

Miles away under these black skies a light can be seen burning through this darkness that fell at noon; darkness that fell as the lamp of laughter died when the lies of the Blind Organizer and Jealous Monk were seen through. And it's a darkness that eclipses both the sun and the moon leaving no reflections except that light in the distance burning like a torch.And as I shoulder my pack to make my way down the line where i...

Standing here on the side of the road in the heat under blue skies, as I find myself looking down the road that seems to run forever as it stretches to the horizon. And feeling a hot wind on my shoulder blowing from what seems to be a land that’s much older, and has me feeling as though I am a receiver of a wavelength that’s traveling far from home, and flowing like a river towards distant shores as it heads out to sea.An...

I have heard it said by them more than once: About the Devil being in the details and finding out first hand exactly what they mean. Going through strange days as strange times have come forth to hold sway over things, as I make my way and at times feel like I’m walking through a wasteland like a ghost in the machine, with there being times I have woken from nightmares with reality being worse than the dreams.It’s a fine...

Do we now knowWhen passion has passedAfter unwindingOur limbs’ tangled mass? Long after the lure of the wordsTo and froThe mental gymnasticsPropelling us prone After seeing the imageIn each other’s eyesThrough a mirror of fantasyStep into life What we’ve createdBy acting it outDo we want to move forwardNow that it’s now? What do we know, andWhat more is there?But harder to ask, perhaps:Do we care?

It seems as though there have been times in this Vale of Tears, as though I have traveled across both the universe and through the years, with there having been times too that going all the way was just the start. And sometimes when half asleep I hear a voice calling out to me, which has me wondering if from my mind or from someone I left behind or failed? Wondering if all has changed me somehow? With everything seeming t...

Sitting out here as a million stars circle the Earth high above my head, as I slowly drift back in memory to all of those things that happened and that were said then, and turning my attention to the pain that I have always denied yet knowing it still lingers there in some way. Maybe I could have changed if wisdom would have courted me instead of the way fear and mistrust did, with those ties that bind and bless the soul...

The dark grey light of the false dawn finds me standing in the doorway at the break of a rain scented day, and in the dark light it seems as if I am reviewing events that have taken place and directed some of my actions lately. By those who feel that they are the chosen and entitled ones who need to know the score on what was said and took place. Along with all I have been through even if they are all over and done and be...

Sitting here late at night and half asleep I seem to hear a voice calling me, as I listen and wonder if it is only in my mind or is it coming from someone I failed in some way or merely left behind? To sort it all out I let all of the good and bad guys I have been along with the demons and angels who defeated them come together in me now as I greet them like a cast that’s been assembled like a gathering in an empty room o...