Poem – Grand Equation 

In a Grand Formula depicting our world

all variables, equate to zero, to nothing, 

for all our actions conjure in a vacuum, 

as the Sun burns out, so do we shower in it.

Nothing is ever gained, nothing is ever lost.
From the dust we’re molded

the pain of labor brings joy, new life

and from its passing comes sorrow

as we return to that same dust

A continuous cycle of recycled dirt.

 

For our Joy is equal to our sorrow

and the good of our hearts to evil of our lusts

but, such things are indefinable, immeasurable

For the decision we take on the immeasurable

creates the definable, the measurable, value.

 

For we all but variables in a Grand Equation

in the end, it’s not your worth that matters

for all values are opposed, nullified to zero

In the end; it’s your polarity that counts

and how you’ll be corrected from the Grand Equation. 

Poem – Feeling 

How does one write what one feels, 

how do you pour your heart around that 

steal ball in your ballpoint pen. 

Words have definitions, you can look them up and 

you’ll find their meaning, 

but how does one use such paraphernalia 

to explain that what is so imaginarily abstract? 

What is emotion, feeling? 

It’s not language; language is set, predictable and knowledgeable. 

Emotion is not. Emotion is individualistic, raw and disobedient. 

You can master a language but emotion has no syntax. 

What I feel is unique, you cannot comprehend it… 

Poem – Dearest Divinity

Vacant homes in a grey landscape

set against a purple sky with a tired sun

as rivers of red rages on with sick and sin 

this fills my portrait which I now share

Cause this world does not equate

as voidless shadows lurks it face
Day by day, sunrise to sunset

hour to hour, mere spaces in time

In search of that which I do not know

I wonder around as if blind

In streets with no names, 

I find nothing here, but cold
Dearest Divinity shine down upon me

As if I was your only true love

Surround me with your majesty

And repair my broken wings

Show me a path to walk along

Cause this world does not equate, 
Show me a world of enchantment

a place where the birds orchestrate 

with their songs of beauty and grace, 

as the wind waltz’s along carefree 

swaying in the branches of the trees

as they swirl and twirl in wondrous delight
Show me a place where angels gleam

as they commune in sweet unison, 

laughing, singing, dancing as they feast, 

show me a world of deliverance, 

where I can spread my wings and fly, 

cause this world does not equate. 

Poem – Candy 

Candy, 

it wasn’t that he tried to ruin your life, 

he was merely trying to make his better. 

He came into your life with a bang and you liked it, 

everything beyond him was insignificant. 

The moments he gave you were of liquid, 

drowning in everything so beautiful. 

You had finally found that magic glue 

that held all other things together, 

you were so perfectly complete. 

It was lethal, but you liked it. 
But, the day he left, 

was the day the sky turned in on it self, 

no more air to breath. 

Everything beyond him was insignificant 

The moments he gave you are of liquid, 

drowning in everything that should’ve. 

From glue to wax 

all other things now lost 

as you sit there so completely frozen. 

It is lethal, but you know this 
The tide has come and gone, 

as you lay there, stranded on the sand, 

What was, now is, 

once a rock, now sand. 

From Yellow, to Black, to Purple, to White… 

Candy, is no more. 

Poem – Black

Black vacuum in my sorrow, 

suck me in as if air, 

to fight, is futile, 

ever large, ever present.

 

Black clown in my paranoia, 

toys with me as if mad, 

fill my senses with electricity, 

to catch him, impossible.

 

Black general in my rage, 

poisons my blood with filth, 

fills my veins with kerosene, 

blinding resentment accumulates.

 

Black orchestra in my madness, 

fills my ears with deafening pain, 

distorts the filters through which I see, 

deeping wedge in my foundations.

 

Black Satan in my life, 

grounds me by his immense gravity, 

chained like a dog by the neck, 

amputate the life i’ve been given.

 

Chilling grip they have, 

after all it’s my light they fear.