WritingTherapy
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Actuality
Above love is of dove from a sky spry,the dirt must love what you dig and supply. In the fertile soil there is turmoilthat would cause the deepest well to boil. Here there is near the flames I call hell,I find a home I call it well to compell. Air I reach for every day Continue reading
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Let Pain Be Your Guide
The Austin Band. Let pain be your guide. These are lyrics to a song sung by a band quoted to me by a doctor I just saw about some ankle and foot problems I’ve been having. Stemming all from chronic pain in my foot. I’m pretty sure when I filled out the paperwork for them Continue reading
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Skeletal
Inside I’m ugly, basic and shamedfor the things I do like you same.I have no feelings of angst now,I have no blame in this skeletal frame. I am but bones of flesh I guesstomorrow will be okay.I don’t know how to live with myselfwhile deep blood seeking touch sustains. I push it down as long Continue reading
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Alabama
Sweet Alabama in my mind,Tennessee is where I can not seeyour golden hair anymore;the last time was in front of my door. I was young and did not see clearthat in my life loosing you only did I fear.It was long ago and I sew what I reaped,and I can not keep it hidden beneath Continue reading
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The Lord Knows The Soul
Lord knows the soul,father knows not an ounceof my mind he is blindbut the Lord knows I count. My purpose is to serve,and I think from all aspectsexcept mine because I’m fineI’m nothing futile I give respect. For the ones who guideI feel comfort and pridein them in my eyesI care not for hurt mine. Continue reading
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Wine Of My Design
Over the sandslies a blue shaded fanof calm that dictates commandmy feet forward demand. Night fight delights the mobsas sight and mightmakes the eyes soband the heart feel no fright. Adjacent the faces twiceis a tune not so nicemade of my own devicethat has me in a vice. Blue waters callinside I find myself rawof Continue reading
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Within Me Can I See?
Heaven tore me griefas a child I felt a traumaand pain abstain leavedoes a beautiful drama. Inside I’m a Rockstarfilling the void I was toiland fighting spirits faras my blood it does boil. Make this machine cleanI am mean dear fear myaddiction by all meanscome spy on what I rely. Trip in the dirt I Continue reading
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Toxic Air
The gas in my lungshas stung the fun,I am a son of a gunand I feel no sun. My mask I wearit tears and despairsbut my hope is therebut my mask is toxic air. I breathe my own fumesand soon I will die.I don’t want to assumebut the stubborn in me is dire. The Lord Continue reading
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For A Voice
Life is a sort out of sortand the soldier in me seesthe fight delights the mobs court;lets evoke some jealousy. I know my heartI feel it move amdist a groovethat I spied as artthe spaces between that us move. The sky will bring reprieveand plead with all we needto crash the wild open seaand bring Continue reading
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For You I Care…
Follow thine own tithe,my idol lies in your eyes,they just rip my trip Iworship blind without I’d die. To the rivers of mystic momentsdrifting slowly by as we crycome feel my pain make atonementin the moment I need to try. Frail and simple ways gazethese days every time I see youI feel better days after Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 