Make way for
my wayward brother,
not soon behind
there comes another.
My brothers blinded
to fate and wonder…
Journeys shorn short
by converging thunder
of badge and bullet,
that angrily trill eternity’s song…
Clutching one another;
they dance erratically
to glory’s gong –
Threads of bloodborne melody
woven into harmony of wrong.
Once a luminous life
now fading into death’s tome –
And my wayward brothers
never again find their paths home.
Day: October 11, 2018
Inse[FEAR]ities
Afraid to go inside,
afraid of what I’ll find,
Ego still survives
Its death elusive and unkind.
Ego drives fear;
Loneliest passengers alive.
Inner truth divine
it’s solace soul seeks to find…
Fear of better
fear of worse,
But only at times.
Insecurity abound
spilling to the ground
Bespoken anomaly
Things of thought fleeting…
Whole and broken still,
the struggle gets too real.
But…
Only for a second
does reality approach identity;
Blurred between the lines
There are times I lose myself,
but only sometimes.
