The Sabre’s Edge
Should it be,That a man is but sinew and bone,The blood of the ancients,From a source unknown.Where be it told,That any soul,Is of better or worse,Of rich or poor?Know this my friends,The sabre’s edge,Finds us all,And those that believe themselves to be,Of greater value than the the most common of men,Will come to recon in […]
Tribulations of a Miscreant
Can the tribulations of a miscreant offer sustenance to the soul? Yes, as long as sadness and condolences for all transgressions are offered and justice that is expedient and impartial is pursued. – Esinz
Shelter in the Storm
Stay neither ahead,Nor behind,The snake charms the soul,But the truth belies his intent.Seek shelter in the storm.Not to hide.But to listen. – Sinz
We Will Be Okay
I love you.We are old now.We have survived all these years to come to the awakening with what I hope is an understanding.We may never see each other again.God bless you.Those with faith see further into the heavens,and know they are but a speck of sand.But upon that,cities have been built. Lives have been changed.We […]
In A Line of Vagabonds
Take down the pictures,They’ve been there too long,Pack up that suitcase,Of worn out old songs,And when you find me,I’ll be the last,In a line of vagabonds,On the wayward side,Of all the good times gone wrong.You travel my way,You’ll be my only one,We’ll talk about some day,But it won’t ever come,And when you find me,I’ll be […]
Or I Can Wait…
I can see with the eyes of a stranger.I can speak in the voice of a medium.I can hear with the ears of the desolate.I can walk in the sands of reason.I can crawl to the walls of insanity.I can forebear the translucent hypnosis of fate.I can know more of love,And less of hate.Or I […]
The Dust That Stirs My Feet
I am alone,Impaled by night,A spoon of sadness,A discarded light, Wistfully, I dream away,The untold stories,I cannot say.Tepid water,Or sparkling creek,What is it that I seek?Perhaps the dust that stirs my feet,Is only there,To make me think. – Sinz
Be the Fight
Talk is cheap,When bread is high,The whispers of some,Are the words of lies,Be not the struggle,Be the fight. – Sinz
Sofia’s Lament
Sofia is lamenting,In the limelight,The season took its vibrance,Any fear is healing,And resolve is tangential.- Sinz
So Much Bad, So Much Good
There’s so much bad in the best of us, and so much good in the worst of us, that it ill behooves any of us to talk about the rest of us. – The Restless Gunsinz