at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
What do you do
when you can no longer...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
Refuse the memories,
the knowledge of...
Leveraging the greater good against the warmth of...
Belies a train of thought better to divide and...
It's not just the miles that you might travel
But the sights that you visit in between...
In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...
It never gets old, this haunting refrain,
In the quiet of my mind, you still remain...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...
I once wrote something in the confines of a dream.
Writing it down now it was better then than now it...