The scale of your soul

Is a closing night time storm.

Revealed in flashes


Misery Hates Company

I keep on forcing a straight face to hide my despair

trying to make sense of something that just wasnt there

I think I’ve dried both my eyes out, so blanky I stare

I think I know where I’m heading, I’m heading nowhere


When did my strides beside you reduce to listless shuffling of my aimless feet?

When did the time beside you turn to empty spaces hollowed out of me?


Let me be, cos my misery hates company……


I never broke any mirrors or signed in red ink

I never felt this was coming and I’m starting to think

that everyone else said something to sway you from me

you thought my arms become shackles and needed to flee


when did the sight of you deflate my heart and pain me thru my soul?

when did the thought of you shut out the world and kill my self control?


Let me be, cos my misery hates company….


Don’t reach for me, my suffering transfers easily….


i’m not here

i’m just buried under fear

Then some day, I’ll return

from this lesson I will learn

One Size Fits All

I dont want to ask anymore of you
for your heart is gold
your intentions good

but i still feel misunderstood

as if we see through common holes
the generic binds of tortured souls

I feel, as though the water stopped.
The rusted tap won’t drip

I am not one size fits all
but I’m a glove thats stretched to fit..

The Black Mare

“Silver moon, scattered skies an empty path and a fearless heart

with nothing to trust no laws to restrain the black mare bucks in a crackle of flame

The dendroids line our way, their swaying reaches that I swiftly evade

Through a meandering night howls a metallic scream voicing attempts to escape the constant binding of dreams”

My Brother Perennial

Turn your ears my friend
turn them and hear his word
he speaks

his whispers commanding
and his word emboldening

Dare not lay eyes onto him
because he sees all
he watches

his vantage point high
and his stare loving

Speak onto him
ask him your queries
for he knows much
and yet, answers little
because the best answer
was within you all along

he gives himself willingly
a bearer for your pains,
an avenue for your worries.
They follow in his footsteps,
and climb up on his shoulders
to be calmed by his touch

As those wheels stopped turning
elsewhere others started spinning.
Just as when the night sets in
elsewhere it is morning..