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Hollow

Emptiness bites through the skin deep mask
That we all wear but swear doesn’t exist
Pain collides head on with the truth
That no façade can dispel to the wind;
Where there once was gaiety and frivolous joy
There now resides a pitiful cry
An aching desire that moans in the night
And sails the waves of despair in the day;
A cold and useless derivative view
Garnered in safekeeping for times like these
When the undertow sucks its prey to the depths
Engulfing the helpless in a haze of damage;
There is nothing left throughout ground or sky
But Nothing remains when all else goes to die

Memoirs

I lean my head over the edge and look
There’s nothing here I haven’t seen
in a book,
I’m just watching myself go by
A silhouette against the frail clouds
In the sky,
Watching till the day I die.
When the sun shines down it feels like a dream
As a lonesome pinecone sails
Downstream,
I wish to see your face if only in the sky
Regretting that one day I forgot
To say goodbye,
Wishing till the day I die.
The brilliance and gleam so blazingly pure
Displaced by the ripples riding
A wave of fear,
Waiting for peace so hopelessly high
It costs too much for the mighty
Kings to buy,
Waiting till the day I die.
It’s time to set off and start something new
The same tired images grow cold
With the view,
Wandering somewhere I close my eyes
It seems more real than this world
Living a lie,
Wandering till the day I die.