Take them in your hand, Your brushes, your canvas, your easel, and palettes Paint your picture with oils, with knives and malice Create a visage so vicious as to tilt the balance- What the common man believes comes of what he sees. Create the narrative, an image, shape what they perceive And brushstroke after brushstroke [...]
I'm trying to be a bit more conscious of meter in some of my more recent work. Its just something I'm looking to try my hand at.
I feel like I've been getting by. And by and by, I feel like I'll be feeling like an eye for an eye or a tooth for a tooth. I feel like I'll be trading blood, sweat, and tears for only a half truth. I feel like the dream may have been a bit deferred, [...]
The difference between flying and falling is style- Bodies of people who didn’t quite cut it litter the pavement. I wonder if they knew all they needed was a smart coat or chic haircut to survive? A certain palpable confidence and sense of swagger keeps disaster at bay. If they’d only flashed a sly grin [...]
Hearts don't beat, they sing. They sing love songs when they think they've found their match, and they compose rustic blues pieces when that match sings a different song. They sing up-tempo power ballads when they make good on their dreams, and they rap on rhythmic beats when they crave reinvention or a sense of [...]
I'm too colorblind to sing the blues. I'm more of a grayscale kind of guy. It tends to match with most situations. They say don't look at things in black and white. There's a gray area to everything. My eyes took that advice a bit to the extreme. But I still dream of the day [...]
Before she left, she said she needed space. But I couldn’t fathom why she’d want it. Nothing good comes in having space. Space is dark. Space is cold. Space is quiet. Space is empty. Space is…endless.
As I sit still, This aura that I feel, Let’s me know that it’s real, In my ecosystem. It’s where I rest my head, My family gets fed, Lay me when I’m dead, In my ecosystem. As I live and breathe, Never will I leave, all that I need, In my ecosystem.
As I lay across the floor, from my body life did pour. My time had come or so I thought, I was neither happy nor distraught. My mind clear awaiting my fate, but to my surprise death was late. I lie awaiting the dreaded guest, ready to journey at his behest. But it seemed he [...]
Death sat at his desk engulfed in his work. He hunched over several ledgers as he scrupulously minded his figures. He took extra care to ensure that all the books were balanced. Last week he had narrowly avoided an audit. Every now and then he would peek up from his glasses to type a figure [...]