Monthly Archives: July 2015

Have you heard my song?


Have you heard my song?

Had my melody been sweet?

Did I strum a guitar,

with my soul within the strings?

Did the drums hammer loud,

with a passionate beat?

Maybe just some noise,

were your ears were left to ring.

Was it  played like a concert,

with vocals taking steps back.

did the crowd go silent, feeling my tale,

had I played the final act?

Was I a rookie on the stage too soon,

sounding my story in auto-tune?

Would you play me again?

or smile and pretend,

never listening to the end.

did you find this song of mine worth sharing?

or drown it out without even caring.


Wear away the Reservoir

Within my chest resides this restless reservoir.

Filling for years, of rain, unchanged, unchained.

Overcame the droughts with beating quakes,

to bring upon the springs, intramural steam.


The current may alter yet funneling flows within one body…

until drained to dry, fallen on flats, this supply never to be cycled.

Some days felt and flourished, still moist-less,¬†arid…

A barren waste, the dirt left behind fuels grievous distaste.


A better man to a bitter being, never blind, never seeing.

A heavy heart subject to storms and blown away like sands of the Sahara.

A reserve to the reserved unless I pitch this nature a curve.

The new bed I lay, smoldering my softness, procrastinate my coffin.


Molten my weakness, stoned to hide the flesh.

Dismissive of standards which the wild consistently tests.

Destructive in consequence of the inverted, introverted and soon to be converted.

Within my chest… devoid, desolate, forgotton and deserted.