Into The Night

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Mi Princesa 

  Dear Carla I promised to be home soon, but now this home soothes nothing without you in it, I don't know what's keeping me here. I came close to finding hope but there is no hope inside these tall glasses. It's ironic, I thought they'd help me find my spirit. In times of grief…

Jump 

There is no one there to catch me, but I would love to learn to fly. My eyes, playing along the loose edges of certainty, cliff faces and curbs, I'm courting a potent notion with intentions of taking flight. A featherless free fall that could grant a taste of freedom. Leap! How fine I'd feel,…

Gone Fishing 

The waters edge was more lenient. He remembered watching on from the banks as long shadows cast nets against the early sun. Barely was the light free from its hiding had the men liberated their vessels from the shores and taken to the open water. He remembers hearing the merriment dancing up to the shore, carried…

Silence

It's a soft cloud that settles after so much rain, after the tumultuous applause of tongues simmers away to allow a mist to claim the room. It's a safe place sometimes, it saves our grace when there is chaos and there are too many decibels to deal with, held softly it grants a respite from…

A Beautiful Mind 

Somewhere in secret you are casting spells. Behind the fashioned glow of everything here and now, you find a way of stealing a piece of where you've been, transmuting a life already lived and lending wonder to the willing ear. I wonder if you've thought about it that way. Maybe you're too consumed by your…

The Fast 

Hearty handfuls of everything here and now have well and truly clouded the system. Arteries are thick with the residues of satisfaction. The breath is now shallow. Tasting the sweetness of now has stolen from a true enjoyment of the atmosphere. The peripheral mind atrophies when it's allowed to dwindle in the somber swirls of…

His Fathers Son

It was around that age When young soldiers begin To grab hold of the world around them in hopes of moulding their wings, That he was met with silence. That echoes cackled, Crackling against the walls Of his mother's house, Whispering secrets that speak with The knowledge of a world that Lived Before the empty…