THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: verse

  • Found

    And the world
    It is falling 
    And there are no secrets 
    Left to share
    I am found 
    Someone’s calling 
    And all I need is
    To be there
    So it’s a goodbye 
    Everyone 
    And I shall see you 
    When the summer’s sun
    Is finally won

  • The I in Why?

    I do not desire
    To lie naked in a rattrap life
    And lubricate my verse with victorian words;
    Filled with awe inspiring acts
    Led by mundane lust
    Of Angels and Men alike
    Nor do deep desires murder me
    Nerve by nerve
    Peeling away my eggshell skin
    To illuminate the onion within;
    A coiled rainbow, boiled white
    Neither am I a shadow
    Fallen far from crowded feet
    Awaiting on indifferent paths
    For a heavenly retreat
    If at all I were to bare myself and be
    One thing that should suffice how I see
    Myself, in this crystal world
    Of self reflection and askewed insight
    I would be a thoughtful statue
    Sitting alone in a far off land
    With infinity in my head
    And nothing in my hand

  • Part-time Philosophies

    The ocean does not speak of sadness
    For sadness has no voice that can say
    That being empty is like being filled forever
    An infinite without a way
    And when I with my eyes look out
    At a world where each face has a place
    I wonder who really wins
    If it’s in a circle that everyone does race
    True it is tragic that in the end
    There is no magic that holds all the cards
    For his is the glory of the game
    Who plays his joker as ace when it’s hard
    And I know in this mesmerizing madness
    For the follicle of that forever fame
    People play their pieces for practice
    Unaware that they will never be the same
    And so do I yearn to sit
    By the shore where horizons do cease
    And thank the seed of silence
    For this life that I had on a lease

  • Periphery


    Between sleeping and falling asleep 
    I lost a lifetime
    To live some dreams