Monday, November 30, 2020

Reality Hits

Walking from the clinic, passing the half way house
He gave up the pretension as no one was looking
Who cares if they were, he stared as if to announce
He was ready to move forward
He began to cry quietly
As it turned to sobbing,
His heart was broken, by his own acts
He had gotten out of rehab
For once he had paid attention
Ignored the pulse pounding, felt that hunger
The screaming need for relief
All the while he was there she'd been praying
His mother had seen him through every single panic
He'd turned her life inside out, an act most tragic
He'd arrived at sobriety having given up the horse
And her heart had given in
As she was found alone having died weeks ago
The impact had set in, his safety blanket was gone
The haze was gone, and he'd faced the fires of Hell
But with her holding his hand
And now he faced life alone
Forever after without her there, forever gone
Without having seen him rise after a life of descent
Into the depths of places no one should go


Memory of the Moment

Artist Roger Blum

With the flames of the burning village lighting the night
Swift movement of forces was required for efficient action
The Vietcong melted back into the darkness of twilight
Before the Arvn and Marines were able to perform their tasks

As I cry an ocean

I could cry an ocean
Letting the world weep
I could act upon a notion
Thinking I was so deep
But I am the rain
I am the moon
I am the wind
Upon your shoulders
I am alive
I am the dead
Akin to being ashes
The end is begun
Life is not promised
Nor is victory guaranteed
I refuse to wonder
And refuse to be last
In a race I am destined to lose
I am the one
Who'll never be
Considered the winner
The one who is chosen
The one who is destined to be
More than he is
More than he could ever be
But I persist
I continue
I wait
To be consumed
Alone in this world
Alone, I'll ever be



Sunday, November 29, 2020

tears remind me

Crying does nothing but remind me
Of cold rain falling when you left
I try to be happy, even when I'm not
Love is perfect, it comes from God
So I try not to blame it for my sorrow
Even though I'm so lonely
I'd beg I'd steal I'd borrow
A moment from the past
When you were here
When you were still near
I thought that love had to last
But now I'm alone and lost
I believed we were blessed
Now I've paid the final cost
For believing that


Waiting and Praying

No way to stop the approaching wall
In the quiet night I gaze into the pond
Wondering if earth's life will endure
I am aware of the coming solar flare
Watching the approaching fireball
How are we able to survive beyond
Or will our existence fade to obscure
Our future hopes consigned to prayer


Ideas and Freedoms

Each day is chance to realize
All the things I believe
All the things I despise
Are composed of facts and ideas
That form a mask, and lies
They are a disguise
Hiding my heart's intentions
And reasons and freedoms
Deciding what to believe
And answers to questions



Saturday, November 28, 2020

Yesterday

We beg our future
From the good of yesterday
Tomorrow is another way
To survive
Life is far from certain
It can resemble torture
Until we know
All that we need to endure
Our lives
Searching for meaning
Remain
Something less guaranteed
What is there
Simple hope to move forward
From these chains be free


A voice has no guarantee of truth

I believe in free speech a right to have a free voice
But nothing being said has a guarantee of accuracy
If a view is given voice, it doesn't mean it is true
This crazy world is filled with meaningless noise
Even if  the voice is delicious, dark, exciting or tasty
Just having an opinion doesn't make it proof


To Love In Oblivion

You and I knew what it was, standing there before us
It was a world divided, a heart confused, a future lost
Impossible to plant our seed we're crushed, sorrowed
What can we do in a world when life is tragic, broken
We stand upon the razor's edge of hope and oblivion
Without hope, how can anything possibly restore us
Our path obscured, dreams ignore the enormous cost
So we walk alone, in a world with a destiny borrowed
Our lives have meaning, but we were never the chosen
Are we now so oblivious we can never find resilience?


Friday, November 27, 2020

The Dawn


There in the light of the resurrected day
After the darkness of evening, comes the dawn
Herds act like human tribes
Awash in the silence and golden sun
There they find a peaceful respite
For when a warming sun begins to soar
As midday arrives
The fields are empty
But for human activity
And the birds of prey aloft
The deer are content to wait
Long after they'd come out to graze
Feeding before the day's heat
Eager to escape the stalkers
Their hunters of two legs and four
Soon it turns late
The light smothered
But for the moon
The sun is devoured
By the night's dark cover


Data

Staring at a screen is not the same
As speaking in the presence
Typing keyboard keys is not talk
Nor is it anything but pretense
We have replaced communication
With garbage and called it chat
Isolating ourselves with each step
A world completely connected
It is a wave of information
That will never relent
Hungry it continues
Relentless it ever moves
Serving none but itself


Fetid Falsehoods

They steal our joy and all of our dreams
With insults, pretense, and nightmares
The relentless, idiotic beasts of culture
As they bring this modern world doom
Their hateful division, polluted schemes
Using their lustful, vile, and vulgar lairs
Entrapping the easily fed and ill nurtured
Misery and fetid falsehoods then consume
Oh the end will come, make no mistake
With a yawn, or with our horrific screams
After all that we've seen revealed
Is the mystery is over
Is it our own life we're now willing to take?


“A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.”

Soren Kierkegaard


Thursday, November 26, 2020

Pretend, just once, please?

I know you don't love me but I know too
You like my company, because I love you
Couldn't you once just pretend you do
Please? I am suffering
I can't call it waiting
Because I have zero belief
You'll ever see the truth
I long to be a lover
I'm standing here in love
And you are there, story over
I am hideous and you are beautiful
I'd die for your simple nod
Saying I was welcome but I'm not
So let us not debate
My time is finished
Your spirit is divine
And I am something even less than human
Ringing the bells, protecting the cathedral
I do all I can but it will never be enough
To earn your love

Day's Light Redeeming

He carried me across the burning coals
My feet were neither blistered nor bleeding
He gave me sanctuary and hope in my loss
He allowed me to live, a reason for breathing
My soul is imperfect, I need to be forgiven
I need a savior, a purpose to live, to survive
And should I mourn, should I be grieving
I have the morning to remind me to live
For the dark of the night will pass
With light of the day,
redeeming


The Clock's Hands Getting Closer

When values and morality are seen as weakness
With having ideals and hope a form of blindness
Fighting the current moral decay, effort ceaseless
Ask why darkness, when it is easier to show kindness
Trapped by the momentum sucked into the vacuum
Modernity is a means to an end, inertia our progress
Selfishness and rage lead to nothing, to our doom
The future is unwritten, we are living in an abscess
Where our efforts are simply to survive
And our world shakes in the emptiness
The doomsday clock hands click closer
To the moment preceding the end of time
And we enter the tomb



Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Give me something to live for

Thankful?
For the world?
For the gift of life?
Of course I am grateful
I accept that it might seem petty
But I am not saying I am not that.
I am thankful for everything
But my flesh burns from sorrow
My mind is rotted with fears
And I because of that I cannot sleep
My dreams show I'll receive no tomorrow
For the future is unwritten
And without guarantee
Why shouldn't I leap?


Hollow World

I begged for existence to slow down
I developed gradually, slow to birth
No knowledge, no wisdom, no philosophy
I'm aware that I grew up in a small town
I'd thought like a boy coming from there
I know a small town can be a lobotomy
Never seeing outside of my small circle
Made my hometown some holy ground
With small thoughts, dreams and fears
I didn't perceive the speed of life's velocity
I was unproven, unready for rehearsal
Even shouting, vast and wide the sound
I still couldn't hear beyond my tears
I couldn't grow, fear gathered ferocity
The speed of life made me infertile
And no one should know the sorrow
Life in a world so shallow, hollow
Like that of my reality



Complicated But True

My mind will never relent
As I dive into dream's gray lands
I await my time to enter
But until I do I will fade
My memories decay and reside
Remembering the good and bad
Remembering the impact inside
I have bled there with my loss
Born the burden of the beast
I've struggled to see the truth
But clung to all that I knew
Life is given in two forms
Famine and feast
From greatest to least
We have no choice but to exist
Without aim to resist
Persevere and persist
I've no choice but to live
To love and let go
To forgive
And to find hope
For without it
We are a hollow being
And the ring of that bell
That calls us back
Will be worth seeing
With a shout
With a call
We will be whole again
And I sing
For the memories
For the time I can't get back
It still lives in me
In a place I can't reach
It exists but someday like me
Will be redeemed
With every memory
For my life has worth
And I will hold to it
Whatever the cost
Whatever I pay
For hope is worth having
To the end of our final day

Pandora

Oh the famous contents of the box of mysteries
How it might unleash catastrophe and misery
If it be opened, releasing what it might give
Pandora should know, her misgivings fill it full
And once she lifts the lid, the mysteries reveal


The Path We Will Take

What is it that I can tell you
Because I'm sure you know
There is nothing hidden
My life, point of view
I have dreams that grow
But for the pain
For the failures
For the time spent
I am asking
Begging to know
Is happiness forbidden?
With flesh fading, dying
The soul transcendent
Is my journey forsaken?
I keep failing,
I keep trying
With hope relentless
Alone, I am awakened
And so I begin again
With dreams that remain
Even as I desire more than anything
To simply sleep
In a quiet, cool, soft place
Because the journey is long
And my flesh is weak
I expect to die and yet
My soul is a guarantee
I follow a path
Guided by a raven
It reminds me loudly
Of my foolishness
One's soul never dies
Except by conscious act
I watch as my trail is straightened
For the distance to go
Is neither worrisome nor an obstacle
When my flesh is dead
My soul will be far gone
Into a realm far away
Never forsaken
Never mistaken
Each life is given a purpose
It is up to us to find it
And then to choose
The path we take
Guided by raven companions
My journey is never ending
We can walk the entire planet
Our beloved Earth
Knowing we are living every moment
As children of the eternal architect
Of the universe




Tuesday, November 24, 2020

The Mirror says nothing

If I listen carefully, I can hear you crying in the darkness, even though for me it is quiet, I know you wonder what you'd ever done that made him leave? Remember all the things you did to me that I endured because I was still in love. Do you wonder what you could do to get me back? No. It is long since past that.

If you stare at the mirror and scream will you get him to return? No, he won't. I know because I did the same and you didn't come back. I stayed but you wanted me to go. You were so very bored, finished hurting me, finding it a game no longer fun. You mocked my love, saying I wasn't a man.
I said I still loved you. And there was silence.

No, I wasn't the one for you to linger with in the sunshine of summer and glory days.  My crime was to stay after your insults and cheating.  I remained, I was a man in love, sadly with someone who wasn't.

I spent the years waiting for the day when you would find yourself in the exact same place that I was. What you are feeling, I know how it feels. There's nothing I can say to help you understand why,
nor at this point how to learn to believe.


Not enough, and wanting more

I've been given much
And always wanted more
I'm a true glutton and sponge
In fact, I'd call myself a whore
I dare say, even flawed I want love
I need, want intimacy, but I'm ignored
I need to be loved, and I just want touch
But I've done things that make me abhorred
I've done nothing to make you have any trust
I've failed, because at one time
I was truly adored
From this world to the next
I'll always remember
How greatly I failed with such sweet regret
I'll surrender this body, try to pretend
That God could have a use for my dreams
In eternity's ghetto, made just for me
I'll go now, he is holding the door
I hope to be restored
Oh please let me be redeemed
Perhaps I can sleep in his safe arms
And then I'll finally have enough


That Kiss Lasts Forever

Some think young love is foolish
The rash life choices of teens
What if our first love is meant to be our only
And life thereafter a life known in modernity
Only in fantastic dreams?

Solitude

The food I eat
The life I live
You've never understood
Much less willing to forgive
But even if I put a needle in
Felt the rush of venom inside
Finally saw the lights grow dim
I'd know I'd found a place to hide
You see it all as a manic weakness
My life a comedy, a trauma
A panic in a crowd
I see it as escaping the fire
You see me as a tragic impurity
And victim of need or desire
But I know the world outside
It is one that longs to devour me
Needs to consume my flesh
But I am still alive
Watch as my soul survives
Pity your own darkness
One that exceeds my own
That you assume I must have too
I am aware of my own flaws
Exposed as I seek the truth
My quest reminds me
Of the many reasons and clues
For why I prefer no company
Than worry over being alone
I'd rather be silent, and wounded
Than to conform to what you require
I am free to be myself and refuse to become
What you want and need from me
I am me, that is my sole legacy



Monday, November 23, 2020

Final

Let sins of humanity fall upon me
My flesh offered for the final act
Of sacrifice
My life is meaningless, and death serene
Make this your final task
Without the lies
Please place this flesh upon ice


A Tapestry of Love

We made a tapestry in our love
Every smile or moment a thread
Woven with our cooperation
Togther we were more
And in anger
The tapestry unraveled again
Once we had a dream, now only dust
We burned with fire, now our love is dead
Our affection afflicted by despair and starvation
Our fights have entered legend and lore
And we've become strangers
Despite my desire that love stays
And I pray our love remains
If only embers


Sea of Fog

Staring into the white
Contrast comes from stone
There is nothing but purity
No man made artifice obscures
The vision is divine
Witnessed by me alone
I am not god, this is no heresy
But I believe I now know
What is meant
In the acts of the Creator

With Every Day I've Lived

With every day I've lived
And my failed efforts to forgive
With every loved one passed
With every race I come in last
I'm aware there are those
Who've been broken
Many worse off than me
With lives of sorrow and misery
I try to count the blessings
Even if they seem to be few
I count myself as fortunate
To see through fog, I find the truth
My world might look desolate
But so many things are good
Human kindness exists
It is a beacon of proof
I believe there is a master plan
Even if I can't see it before me
I trust in the creator's hand
I am fortunate
I have to understand
Some tests must be faced
To find out a true and accurate measure
Of this fragile man



Sunday, November 22, 2020

When you said yes, I rejoiced

I believe in forever
Because what would be the point
If I had no one to spend it with?
With you together
You said yes and I rejoiced
I escaped my fate with a kiss
Yes I believe in you
You gave me hope
Trapped in the mire
You were the rope
That pulled me from that pit
And with a kiss
I escaped the abyss
And I love only you
I want only you
For my mate
Your touch heals me
Your kiss sends me
To Heaven's gate
And your hearts
Allows me to enter in




Asked and answered

Should you ask me a question
Don't be angered by the answer
I'm honest if I am allowed to be
I don't like this sort of testing
Truth shouldn't require dancing
I'm really not that moody
Just trust me and let me give you it
But if I might  say
Is there an answer you need?
Or can I just assume
Like other people do
It doesn't matter to you
As I'll live nonetheless
Don't ask me to deceive but feel free to ask
Answers are no hard task but
I don't like myself when I am required to lie
Just for the masquerade
Where the lies all hide behind masks

“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”  Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Sacrifice

Our sorrow for an end of life
Came from the greatest sacrifice
It was freely given and open
Breaking the perfect vessel
The one single spotless lamb
He was the only one without sin
No secret flaw hidden within
Nails pounded through his flesh
Wooden beams held aloft
Made into a cross and
Stole his breath


In the Cemetery

It is a sole magpie who rests
There upon a slate headstone
In a forgotten cemetery afar
If asked it would truly attest
A darkness inside that grows
Despite a purity of heart
Obscures the sun
Enhances the moon
That scatters you among a field of stars

If I smile, If I cry

If I smile, if I cry
No one knows my life
No one feels my pain
I am but a fear unnamed
I walk alone, without dreams
I desire love but I only sleep
I bleed ink, colored black
No way of finding what I lack
I am the least perfect lamb
But I know what I am
Sacrifice me upon the altar
Cover me with holy water
Then let the dagger strike
The wheat of the field is ripe
The harvest comes soon
Far from my mother's womb
I am gone
The distance traveled quite long
I am now a memory that lingers
An echo, writing with my finger
Tracing my name in your heart
As I enter the cosmos and stars
I belong to this world no longer
No, no need to ponder
I've passed into dust
Far from your touch
My soul is alive, a fire within
Now scattered to the winds



Saturday, November 21, 2020

Devoted to the Machine of Violence


Two different civilizations in a contest
Both peoples building futuristic cities
Gathering huge well equipped armies
New naval fleets that could pass any test
Fight to the last body, to achieve victory
What is the reason for the desire to harm
Are we seriously so devoted to violence
We'll not allow a neighbor only rivals
Precious resources spent upon weapons
As people die of hunger, masses restless
We could thrive but barely achieve survival
An answer exists, humans love aggression
Let us attempt to escape our date with fate
And not allow the human species go extinct
For the collective evil acts of our own hands

This work is fictional, the images shared come from public domain sources
both in future architecture and weapons of the past.  But the question is real 
and everyone does not agree with the commentary I've just made that we are 
a species that loves aggression.  

John Keegan's very important description of how humans evolved to be so violent

A different view of human species' proclivity toward violence

“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless 
they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.” Voltaire

“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, 
is not a crime.” Ernest Hemingway

The Atomic Eye

There was a breadcrumb trail to follow
Pregnant with ideas and beliefs hidden
Speaking shibboleths and secret codes
Living in the shadows and fear ridden
We must know more, but are not allowed
We must escape this world, before it dies
A prophet speaks to desperate crowds
We must seek truth, and abandon lies


“The void is 'not-being,' and no part of 'what is' is a 'not-being,'; 
for what 'is' in the strict sense of the term is an absolute plenum. 
This plenum, however, is not 'one': on the contrary, it is a 'many' 
infinite in number and invisible owing to the minuteness of 
their bulk.”   Aristotle

Memories of the Future

I remember when it happened
We removed it all from existence
When history was erased permanently
By those wishing to advance humanity
Removing all references to discrimination
Removing all events that contributed to hurt
We had to erase every single thing we've done
We've had to forget what happened, act as if never was
Erase data, remove statues, burn books, never remember
Everything must be cast away, burnt as ash, spread to the plains
To remember is to know and knowing is dangerous it stifles growth
It might make us sad, so it must be removed or someone might do it again

(Poet's note: I actually think the statues situation is not about the statues themselves, as a historian I understand they had more than a purpose to celebrate and honor the past.  They were used in the US Southern states to make a statement about the world of the past and who it honors into the present.  I believe places should have a "battlefield" park and have statues there, not forcing others to visit, but allowing those who legitimately appreciate such things to view.)

Crows Watch

Sitting high above the cold ground below
They've found a place from which to gaze
The ground is covered in ink and shadow
Humans have their own ways to embrace
The world that screams the need to dream

Friday, November 20, 2020

America's Loss

Whatever the reason for it, I am moved
Either by her fierce determination
Her skills and effort constantly prove
She's worthy of being held in high esteem
Or I'm amazed by her love for others
As she speaks for the broken or the lost
Whether leading armies into battle
And storming the walls of Orleans
Then to be burned at the stake
As that unholy smoke rises, covers
She has been made to pay the cost
Her mind an asset, her mind is steel
Her heart is composed of iron
She's my sister, partner or lover
A woman of character, of substance
She is able to be both hard and soft
She's stood above the fields of labor
Looked upon life as a devoted mother
And yet, she is judged as less
Deep in the provinces of the collective's mind
Americans think she's not enough
Not our culture's shaker or mover
Not as an athlete to be enshrined
Not an expert of a field nor a leader
Yet to serve as an American President
I can't say I understand any reason why
Dedicated to these amazing women:
Emily Lazarou:MD
Elizabeth Ness: Principal
Teresa Wrobbel:MD
Joan d'Arc: Military Leader
Amy Klobuchar: Senator
Kris Orluck: Community Activist
Denise Deaton: Military Intelligence



This Vulgar Noise

As my throat chokes in this toxic noise
Incivility is a drink served today
Prepare for probes and searches
Dare not ever use your voice
Vile politics rule this day
Dreams made worthless

This vulgar misbegotten empire is shame
Calls you a number, forgets your name
Raise your fist child, raise your voice
Choose your path and unleash wrath
This is the time, this is the place

Your silence will leave you emptied
No country, No hope, no home
Just a puppet master pulling strings
Telling you the protest song lyrics
That you're allowed to sing



Bathed in Blood

They say she worked drinking coffee all day
Living on just three hours of sleep per night
She called her coffee the blood of virgins
That it kept her form from being used up
She smiled serenely, keeping a positive mind
But didn't have time to exercise her body
In the end it was as if she bathed in blood
Refusing to age, refusing infusions
Gloriously ancient, a dragon in human form
And cared for her ancient treasures with duty


His Chance

While I held you as you were crying
You held me as I cried the same tears
Lost a child in utero, nearly lost you
And when you wanted to keep trying
Despite advice by some who live by fear
We joined together, as God gave life anew
Life miraculous, a joyful short moment
As parents we watch him go forward
Holding each other, praying, hoping
Time decays bodies, softens edges
Watching, his turn to be blessed
As God gives life, God is good
Life is a miracle, God is true


Thursday, November 19, 2020

Kenneth Anger Digs Graves

Kenneth Anger was a prick
But he focused on something
That led to a ravenous hunger
Americans are truly sick
For news that imparts blushing
A desire for the vulgar
Gaining gruesome intimacies
Of lives they've never scene
Nor ever lived
Yes, all humans can be sick
But we've a hunger to know
All things we've been told
Are forbidden
Lust will own you
Trust will be betrayed
It doesn't matter what you say
It'll be repeated repeatedly
If you are someone who is famed
You'll soon be reminded
That someone in Hollywood
Works to have you framed
And shamed

Smokestacks and Steel Mills

There might be clouds of black smoke in the air
But lives were built upon labors from the source
Sounds of manufacturing, or engines of commerce
Allowed steel men and families to receive a share
The sweat of labors, the financial gain of a workforce
Some might see pollution, waste into air, or waters
But others would see before them a chance to just live
They work for a piece of the dream, to raise family
But the world we want is different than what we see
What we do is different than what makes us free

To Fall From Heaven's Heights

In a blink
I am ready
Oh I want to be free
I long to touch heaven
And I rise into the sky
As an empty sky waits
Life is threatening
I spent life wanting to die
Surely waiting to die
And this very moment
When I long to fly
Escape the limits
Imposed upon me
I hear all the screaming
Saying that I'll fail
The noise so deafening
As the thunder cracks
And the wind blows
I experience a reckoning
My mortal flesh is falling
And the world closes her eyes
With an impact upcoming
But death is a lie
And the flesh a disguise
I've worn a mask too long
And the impact into the ground
Has not killed me, no
But freed me from this task
To live until I am ready
To die so easy
To live, an impossible act
No actor could have performed
I am free



broken, damned

Hope fled
Shred beliefs
Dead instincts
The toll of it all
Rings like a bell
Calls the dead
There's no relief
Useless persistence
Mine is the fall
Into the pit of Hell












"Hell is more bearable than nothingness."
Philip James Bailey

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Majestic

Emerging from the mists
I see you in my dreams
You're walking through a forest 
And the creatures there all bow
Your beauty is regal, majestic
Your spirit makes me believe
It feeds me, keeps me nourished
In this place, I am content now
The faeries and beings angelic
All sing announcing your arrival
In expectation of mercy and grace
You are moving, I make no denial
In you, love and hope embrace
Forever and thereafter
In your arms ecstasy has a taste
And it is glorious
As are you
The kiss of life
The truth is all I need
A perfect desire inside
A poet couldn't capture your beauty
Not with lute or harp, or verse
Your love is magic
Your form is woven in lace
Exquisite and fine
And I am no longer alone
In this flesh so fragile



“Flowers scattering -
The water we thirst for
Far off, in the mist.” 
Kobayashi Issa

Looking Upon the Golden Sea


Remnants remain of empires arcane
Power and control, roads and gold
Columns and walls, history, memories
Of an empire once thought paramount
A way of life thought transcendent
Sits there in grand idyllic pose
The excellence persistent
What we remember fades
But the walls remain
Empires rise
Empires fall
A collection of nations
The walls remain to remind us
Of who we once were
Of a time we thought was the height
Of all future generations

As they revel, we feel Joy

They glisten there as they seem to dance in rain
Awakening in us the wild, refusing to be tamed
They don't age, sweet beings of gentle creation
For them the world's a stage, for their attention
They might fly, or flit about in the gentle breeze
And how they shine, reflecting light, joy released
These magnificent faeries offer a glorious outlook
Such that scholars believe won't be found in books
The joy they express seems alien, to modern eyes
We choose to age, to be in pain, in our modern lies
I refuse disbelief, instead, I say we should ponder
Life is short enough, than for us to refuse wonder

For your further consideration:


Tuesday, November 17, 2020

A still life

I spent my life wondering when I'd be lucky enough to die.  I'd learned enough to know, the world wasn't meant for me. More than once I tried suicide.  I failed, just like the loser I was. My pain couldn't pay the cost to let me be redeemed.  Instead, I thought perhaps I should forever just sleep. In sleep I might finally live a dream.  But my dreams had all become a nightmare. Sleep was no respite, but my curse's lair. Then I met the one with red hair and realized, she was my home. Maybe I was alone for so long that I couldn't see the good things for dark trappings of my soul. My life changed in a very short time, burning with a fire, not from lust, but hope.


“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”   Emily Dickinson