Idle hours

Night falls And the door of Loneliness Opens once more Wandering thoughts Leading deeper Endless hours Pass by idle Tears born of Frustration Wanting so much To believe While truths falsities Ebb and flow Raging as the sea To shed tears of happiness Heart swollen with joy From the gift of truth Another should bestowContinue reading “Idle hours”

Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in. Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled. Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body;Continue reading “Means to an end”