A Siren Named Skye

A Siren Named Skye

I know a siren named Skye.

If you know her, count yourself lucky.

She runs this town with hair like a crown,

and she’ll kill you with a glance or smile.

Some power grows slow from deep within.

Some power is imbued.

Some power falls from the heavens above.

Some power is known within.

Shining makes the world aware,

of the glow that makes her shine.

Others will not like this glow,

but others, still, will be drawn.

She loves and loves

in circles all around,

but where is the love that cannot be found?

It’s pulled from the universe, so vast and broad.

It’s conjured, like magic, from the skyes.

Nobody will ever understand who she is;

that’s not the point.

Showing the world what she is capable of,

she longs for most from this life on high.

Without Light

Without Light

Add a little warmth to your life;

Feel a bit of something new change you,

And in the big scheme of things, you either yield or eradicate.

Dawn reveals the transition;

Visible but taken over by your additive,

Upon the horizon you begin to disappear;

Without light, you’re confused with black.

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Seeing Red

Seeing Red

He wanted to make beautiful ribbons, he pled, he wanted to make beautiful ribbons.

He wanted to make something beautiful, he fled, he wanted to be something beautiful.

A sane person calls, they fed, a sane person eventually calls.

Screams and shouts for help, they led, relief from the terror over staring, they shed.

He needed to be something more, I said.

You instructed to be something more, I read.

I wanted to be something more, I bled.

‘I in Me’

‘I in Me’

I was alive once before a long time ago not yet happened. Memory serves no man, but especially a man who went to sleep only to wake as a small boy, not even sleeping but standing alone in a world that knew him not. At the very least, I knew that there were some things about which I could never know, about which I could never speak. Fearless, however, would be the best way to describe this person with whom I am unwittingly tied. Sometimes the limitations of language limit the mind. Even still, I wake; I search, but sometimes I wake and forget. Read more

Super Shadows

Super Shadows

There are no shadows here. Everything is grey. Colors abound elsewhere but not here. Even in the light of day, the trees blow and sway but fail to liven up the place. People walk. People talk. But they do not feel, hear or take stock. What ought to be known will be told. Despite whether or not it’s cold. For to determine a sense for the self, an acknowledgement of others must be felt. But there are no shadows here. Presumably, that means that there is no one else.



“I don’t believe in shortcuts,” we hear you say,

but the truth is simply, one hasn’t come your way.

Sad trifles and condemnation against people who gain unearned,

you stifle in stagnation about your intellect sorely spurned.

In fact, people rarely get what they don’t deserve,

yet you complain, create nothing, oh, what the nerve.

What are the chances you’ll wake up to the crushing feeling

that the problem is you who is jealous, always squealing.

No matter how it is that you want to see it,

peeps like you always lose, you’re a fraud, counterfeit.