“Avoid”
Distracting oneself
from doing what is required
only leaves a void.
Steve D
Distracting oneself
from doing what is required
only leaves a void.
Steve D
When I look into the mirror,
What do I see?
All the vice and all the need.
It’s a slow bleed
That feeds the hatred in me,
The evasion of pleas,
The casual cruelty of the free.
I call her demon in green,
Draped in red, white, and blue.
An entreaty to a greater deity –
Make the image someone other
Than me.
Make me more than the colorful character,
I’ve pretended so long to be,
The one now wearing my skin permanently. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #20 – Savior Liar”
I’m sorry:
Worthless words
That lost their power
Before they were ever said.
Wish I could pretend
To feel what you deserve.
It’s absurd.
You know all the lyrics
To a song I wish I had heard
From someone else. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #95 – Sorry Songs”
Admittance of Having Done Nothing Wrong
I’m concerned if secrecy is breached,
If silence is broken,
Then history will simply repeat
Leading to my heart’s defeat
Under your feet.
Trampled again in a well rehearsed dance. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Confessions”
Heartfelt confession of crime so sinful,
God turns away in disgust.
Whose only victim: the criminal,
Would be better off if they never trust
Another enough to voice the words of guilt.
Words sure to be met with hatred built
On lies; despised because of natural inclination. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions”
I wasn’t sure about posting this one – mostly because despite my faith being strong, my feelings about religion confuse me too much for me to really write about them, but Stevie convinced me with a classic “Why not?” So here goes:
Baptism
Everyone arrives late. Late to being early, late to being on time. Flash.
Disregard for ceremony, Disregard for the sacred.
Religion is what we make it – And here, it appears
As a spectacle. A side show fit for bright camera lights and unfunny levity. Flash. Continue reading “Take Me to Church, I’ll Worship like a Model at the Shrine of the Times…”