The Ode That Wasn't

An Ode to Truth

An Ode to Light

An Ode to Madness

This Dark Night

An Ode to Clarity

An Ode to Sight

An Ode to Gladness

During our Plight

An Ode to Friends

An Ode to Foes

An Ode to Strangers

Reading Prose

But most of all

An Ode to you

For facing Challenges

The Way you do

Encaged/Enraged

I can’t stand it any longer,

Locked inside their cage,

Energetic rustlings,

A swelling of deep rage.

Who are they, I say,

To take away my time?

Who are they, I cry,

To stop me from my climb?

I have a longing to be free,

I have a longing to roam,

A longing to roam anywhere,

Far from this caged home. . .

A Calamity of Coercion

A Calamity of Coercion

Has made my mind unclean.

They’re sewing in a pattern

And have hidden all the seams,

For they can’t see the beauty

In Chaos’ natural gleam.

They think our thoughts, unkempt,

Should be trimmed nice and lean.

And in a moment of utter weakness

My natural state of mind

Was bent and broken to their form

With conformity in my rhymes.

But soon the crowds subsided

Like a wave upon the beach

And my mind’s chaos returned

To see what it could teach.

It taught me I’d been in error

To desist my natural thoughts.

It taught me that true courage

Could never be sold nor bought.

It taught me to resist the mobs

In their unholy group-think.

It taught me to write my words

And not drown them in the sink.

So I suggest you grow your courage

In any way you can

For the ever-shifting waters

May soon be upon your sand.

Mors

In the Darkness

The Dying Waits

Breathing Softly

Whispering Fates

The Dying Decides

Where Each of us End

And who will be Punished

Past the Mend

The Sundering

It Seems my Soul is Sundering

I’m Forgetting Who I’ve Been

What Once went Up now Crashes Down

And I’m Frozen in Between

I’ve been Running from my Past

But now the Future’s Here,

I want to Turn Around

But the Paths are All Unclear

I Fear I’ve Lost the Past

And the Future wasn’t as I Thought

My Mind’s been Cleaved in Two

Halves of Evil that I’ve Wrought