A Lost Sketch Worth your Time

Mollified beyond belief,

I reach for words.

To express my anger, confusion, wrought despair

Like a tiny gnat on a world map

Lost.

I write.

Sketch. Sketch. Sketch.

I sit, ink in hand

Scrolling letters

Lines, feathers, peacocks, and apples.

With my fine tipped brush.

With my lifted quill.

Sketch. Sketch. Sketch.

I think of life

And what it’s dealt me.

I think of distance, love, and struggle.

I write to compose my own justice.

I write to attain my own self-liberty.

Sketch. Sketch. Sketch.

Poetry, pastries, words, ink.

This is what I've accomplished so far.

What next?

I reach for a star

Plucked from the Heavens

I swear it seems that far.

To swing into the metropolis of cinema

Seems a far cry

A small dilemma

I cannot go there

I would struggle and lose hope.

Could inspiration and creation carry me that far?

A small dreamer.

I lift my quill and tuck it tightly into my pocket.

For another day.

The Fall of Another Arch

I enter a burning wrath.
And stand encapsulated in
Flames.
A black monster
bares his teeth in front of me.
Raging darkness
Swallows the fate of Icarus.
Lavina’s tragic demise.


Escalating
Higher
Higher still.
I look up
And to my thrill
I see him.
Sitting legs crossed
The man that
From his fiery cell.
Reigns anguish
Burning
Burning in Hell.


He welcomes me
The seat is hot
With greed, sloth
Lust
I awake
With a thrust.


Hot with sweat I touch my brow
Scourged marks I have now.
A mark for pride
A mark for envy
Left to tell
The anguishing thing.


No man should have the grief of feeling that pain
Except Lucifer, falling
Falling again.

Silent Snow and Jellybeans

The silent snow
Falls across the frozen fields.
I look on in silence
And see the corpse
Of spring.


I’m practicing the art of isolation today.
People aren’t really my thing anymore.
It's like a bag of jelly beans
If you don’t have variation
Eventually you’ll get fed up with the same flavors.


Maps and books are in my room
I move them and think of you.
What you’re doing
Across the globe.


You’re a different kind of jelly bean.
I like your flavor.


I look on in silence
And see you.

A Silent Scream

A scream echoed a hundred miles.
Across country roads, dust and cattle.
Across city lights, trains squeak and rattle.
A piece of me I send by mail.
The driver doesn't see me as I hail.
Traffic passes
I'm left alone.

Lights of darkness take me home
To the stars of fury
burning bright
Across that long and endless night.

The lamp flickers off
I must go.