The mother

Broken rains under a hallowed grey Be spared from the wrath Of the deity called fate We pray Behind her painted smile Inside the caverns Of soul and entity Lounge her demons servile Upon her shining son Lie her eyes pensive In them a lucid warmth In them a docile benison In them a tactile…

Think before you act

As I sit in the sun The morning warmth sifts across my face Memento Mori A new day bequeathed upon me by life Gratitude Conviction Hope Drumming the beat of my being The world beckons Opportunity in my embrace Whispers of fortune Snickers of temptation Morals Fame Success Lust it creeps in the air Red…

Rising

It’s not until you have died inside Descended to the depths of hell And marched against it’s fiery tide Fought for your soul and for your life Defeating the demons within you Amidstthe darkness, grief and strife Shattered dreams, broken bones Trials, sorrow, anguish and pain Broken hearts and empty homes Climbing up fate’s jagged…