MIA

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Gone missing once again from the safety of the written word

Ripped away from the comfort of the blanket of others creativity

Time will only tell how long I will struggle through the dark night

Without these moments of satisfaction provided by artistic light

 

It seems the harsh realities of this monotonous daily existence

Have stolen me away from the protection on my beloved words

Tick tock, tick tock, as the clock on the wall so torturously taunts

I have no time to seek shelter in the shadows of my favorite haunts

 

I shall return to roam the jungle I rule over with strength and pride

Once the dust has settled and the air is again safe to deeply inhale

Bringing the familiar swagger of an artistic view back to the pages

Hopefully showing signs of my influences from fools and from sages

 

Fear not where I have gone or what fate has overtaken my soul

I cannot stay away from the forest of my imagination for any length

When I reenter the shadows of my imagination once again to endure

You will see and feel the strength of my love for words remains pure

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Pain Train

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So the world is your playground

Or at least that is what you think

Swing from the bars with the simians

Until the day turns into darkness

 

Taken for granted everything that matters

As they lay so many roses at your feet

 Business as usual until your stepping stones

Become a path that leads to your tomb

 

Others wish to see you find your way

By providing safe refuge from the inner storm

That very storm now destroys everything in it’s wake

As the horizon brings signs of trouble on it’s way

 

Far too much maelstrom to be reversed

As there is no one left to pick up the pieces

A precious pearl of perfect disaster

Left all alone to wallow in your solitary misery

 

Wading through the corpses you have piled up

Without a second thought or heavy conscience

One day the dead will rise and hell will be paid

You will recognize each cold face of retribution

 

So be wary of the times when things feel calm

As you make your way through the wreckage

You feel the warmth of the light approaching

But do not be so foolish as to ignore the rumbling

 

There is only one certainty in this world for you now

Light at the end of the tunnel is most assuredly a train