Being Different

In the darkest hearth of my soul
It rears it’s ugly head again
This despondency of
Being different;
Burning realms of loneliness
Engulf me in flames
I blister, bleed;
Sweat, tears of memories
Deeply impressed lies
Like an intricately coiled
Venomous snake in my bed!

Knowing

It will not hurt
What you don’t know?
Truth wrapped in muslin
Pulsates gently
Waiting to birth
To sound the death knell
Of sweet ignorance
Blissful innocence
As the soul soaks in
Lies and tales
Appeasing the mind
But stealing the heart
Of the pure joy of knowing!

Blue

Sapphire figments of fantasy
Dark as the indigo velvet night
Embedded in slivers of argent light
Lying on my bosom like ashen fire
Ebb and flow of each breath
Heave and sigh of the chest
Life moving in glossy rhythms
Of soulful music from the depth

Traveler

Take me to apple orchards,
For walks in lavender fields
Show me colors so idyllic
Make me forget darkness
On the road and in my destiny!
Adorn me with terracotta jewels
Trinkets of clay, as sublime, fragile
As my soul that will discard
All that seems so precious today!

Addiction

My mind melts, like ice on sherbet
Under a pink moon
In a summer glaze
A resolve that breaks
A resilience that fails
Poison on the rocks
Trickling into nooks
Golden liquid, crimson tears
Soothing with shallow intoxication
Pain of the mind, not of the soul!

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