My imagination is my pen
My decisions are chapters
In the great novel called life
However, life is truly not a book
It is a long and enduring journey
That begins from the moment of birth
And ends when we refuse to carry on
What happens on this mysterious journey
Is totally up to you, so choose wisely
For life doesn't make you who you are
You make life what you want it to be
Friday, May 30, 2025
"A Great Start"
Monday, March 10, 2025
"My Ideology"
Thoughts of anarchy invading.
Questioning my calm insanity.
My fragile grip on reality fading.
Pawn in a celestial chess game.
My tattered soul is the damn prize.
Good and evil tugging Fate's strings.
Through their maze, I fight to survive.
Inside a downward spiral of apathy.
Fighting through the chains of doubt.
Clinging onto the last spark of hope.
As I keep clawing my way back out.
The darkness keeps testing my faith.
The demons whisper my transgressions.
Refusing to give into their mind games;
Fighting through waves of depression.
A new peaceful ideology takes shape.
Thoughts of my future taking hold.
No longer questioning my sanity
As I embrace visions of growing old.
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
"The Limelight"
In the limelight,
Hiding behind a mask.
In the darkness,
Shadows of their past.
In this steel jungle
They're trying to survive.
Amongst the concrete,
Fighting for their lives.
A needle or pills
Promises them salvation
A bottle of false hope
Leads them to damnation.
Fading neon lights
Shining on spent shells.
The chalk outlines
Echoing sombering knells.
Fallen angel wings
Lining the earthen graves.
As the hell hounds
Dance in their demonic rave.
In the moonlight,
We succumb to the past.
In the darkness,
Our souls turned to ash.
Saturday, December 14, 2024
"Amongst The Stars"
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
"Rolling Winds"
In
the rolling autumn winds
Brews a storm of uncertainty.
Whispered rumors of anarchy
Drowned by chaotic broadcasts.
Algorithms try to fuel the flames.
Negativity flashes across screens.
A simple conversation about peace
Turns into an uncivilized war of trolls.
Misinformation spewed by rage bait;
Science is now questioned by inquisition.
Religious zealots burning written words
As they worship idols on their screens.
Somewhere buried in all this hatred
Are the quiet screams for humility.
We cannot keep living through fear.
We cannot keep fighting through hate.
We're meant to be creatures of empathy,
And not blind monsters fueled by apathy.
We shouldn't be digging massive graves
In the mushroom clouds filling the sky.
In the frigid, rolling autumn winds
Approaches a storm of uncertainty.
Somewhere in the end of all the chaos
We will find peace or our total demise.