Flooded floors, The waters rise. Empty halls, A sinking sky. There is no part of me that's free, Stuck within the misery. The pressure holds the doors in place, Can't break free -- can't escape. Breathing heavy tears of woe, With no control within my soul, Suspended in the flooded room. With all my hope... Continue Reading →
I find great pleasure In a tea It's warm and sweet and Good to me. . I watch steam rising In the cold. A warmly warmth that Warms my soul. . I hold the tea cup In my hands, Like it's a tiny bird from Fairy land. . Mystical beverage of Beautiful taste. Like a... Continue Reading →
Thoughts slip away before I can think. I write them down with water for ink. The mind and the 'verse, they both interlink, Destruction, decay and death on the brink. - By Randall Evans.
Ash floats through misty sea breeze, Above infinite sand of memory. A mother watching her boy run free, With water cold beneath her feet. . A revery passage to the other side, A moment’s mortality magnified. They build a castle by ocean spray, Worth more in time when washed away. . The boy, now a... Continue Reading →
It searches nights to find its rest, Will one welcome poorest guest? She dreams she's cradled by her love, A love that's but a dream. . Incessantly beating young and free, Romantically feeding reverie. Time wore her out beyond repair, Leaving a hanging heart, naked and bare. . The heart that searches for a soul,... Continue Reading →
Lone behind a smile’s wall, Crying out a voiceless call, Away from me! No! Stay…
The books on my shelf are my tattoos. The covers are comforts and windows to my mind. They are a display of my thoughts. Thoughts that run rampant in a dizzying spiral suddenly have points in space and time. My thoughts have buckets in these books. My questions have answers and the answers create more... Continue Reading →
Down your feet take you, Through mud and deep roots. Clinging to branches, As vision dilutes. You slip and you fall, But you’re ready to see. The future self’s guidance, Deep within thee. The journey’s sufficient, To make you fulfilled. But right at the bottom, Is quiet and still. Nothing but clay.... Continue Reading →
It was a cold miserable morning. The weather’s ice cold winds melted into my bones, yet I hadn’t even left the house. The rain fell all night without any hint of a cozy undertone. The city was crowded with dreamless faces and deathly stares. The shelters were shoulder to shoulder with slow moving pedestrians that... Continue Reading →
Law of nature, And of time. Mine is nothing, In this life. Vision in the season of depletion, Incompletion’s my only foundation Repletion of all but a reason. Strife in man. It's here to stay; I separate… Emancipate... Revealed by desire Of a simple smile No barrier between self and liar. How to discipline this... Continue Reading →
The Vile Mint 