A blogging friend passed away before Thanksgiving after a long hard fight with Cancer. He liked this poem I wrote about the life cycle of depression and it seemed a good one to say goodbye with. My prayers of comfort and peace for his wife. RIP Dennis McHale. Earth dropped away from feet long gone…
I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…
Rain falls like lava some days Melts through black and white Seeps in where agony stays Burning away all its might Leaving you with new sight Wind blows like a fist again Striking at the daily grind Shocking away the mundane Leaving instead a fervent mind One that’s bolder, more aligned Whispers speak like truth…
A crystal looking glass fed with ghosts Reflecting an image that hurts to see Faraway glances piercing the light Leaving waves of dark that bite at me Gasoline torches and crosses of wood Brought to exorcise the eyelet lace Yellowing and faded as figures stood Mouths with multiple tongues speak Demanding a life half lived,…
Where once tidal waves lived Calm waters slowly lap the shore I wanted to destroy cities To ensure my own destruction I wanted to drown the whole world So I couldn’t hear my own thoughts But the cities held strong against me My energy began to wane with the moon And my waves absorbed the…
I wanted to do an acrylic flow painting on this large 4’ x4’ with some red. I tend to gravitate towards gold and blue and wanted to be bolder. I finished it and hung it in a friend’s office for about a year. It looked good there but I wanted to do more with it.…
Tangled up with roots That no longer hunger Soaking up rust Can’t hold on much longer Heavy and weary The oppression stronger Stuck in the mud Nothing to do but slumber Hold me down so I can’t breath To waste away in my mental bunker
The sharp pain Of long thin lines Razored edges Were like black Electrical breakers Disrupting, flipping Harmful impulses And runaway thoughts Once upon a time This was my Horror story That felt like life But was more like Hurry up and die The static was loud Turn the channel He kept saying Just… you know…
It starts small A turned knob An open door Well hello Old friend How have you been? A memory stirs With a wicked hand A light goes out You’ve closed the door But it doesn’t matter You’re not alone The whispering starts And the tears come Because you know Depression Always uninvited Tends to overstay
So many things I miss about you Your energy was always so high You loved movement, dancing You were a literal musical Everything you did was intense A grand white whirlwind Sucking everyone up But then…. You’d spit them out The thing about whirlwinds Is that they can become tornados Leaving devastation behind And I…
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