Cracks

The shell of the soul cracks under the weight of lossThat steals the light of love that hardens the heartAgainst the weathering forces of time and tearsWhose water slowly erodes the stone surfaceRevealing a modeled marble macabre facade Trapped in a moment of excruciating emptinessWhen faced with the forever truth that fate finds allAnd none

Entropic Thermodynamics

Entropy is increasingSlowly reducing order to disorderLike all things mustAs confirmed by thermodynamicsAnd witnessed by agingTo the point where all thingsWeather,Wither,Die.==============================Alive­.Love,Loss,Is the malady of experience;A means to interpret energySuch thatWhatever choicesYou must faceThe first law is final: One conversionNo waste

The Prime Covenant #TrueStory #Poetry

It was a plainly written script offering little explanation into the intricacies of life after death. To quote: “For every new beginning there is a new ending” Perplexed, I took it upon myself to attempt to explain such vagueness in a way only a poet can. What follows is to be known as: The Prime

Mountain Views of Silent Nights Prt 1 ‘Upon Arisal’

Upon arrival my thoughts painted a patinaFull of dark hues of crimson and inkCreating a stark contrast between the living colors of a healthy mountain sky Months of worry and loss perpetuated a sense of lonelinessLike a disease slowly unraveling the progress and successObtained after years of falling You taught me how to stand…How to

The Pattern

Raging hearts swell in the beatingBusting forth where love bursts anewTo fill the emptiness wich hatred left voidBarren rocks and sand deserted of emotionSkewedAnd rust desperately seeking wind to dustJoints ravaged by the weariness of changeThat age had chained upon our palpationsSearing lust from mind to body blindShamedAt the loss of pulse which pumped lifeThrough

Times Gambit

Time may stopBut it is those moments of lifeWhere beauty best sees fit to rest its headUpon shoulders of iron will that refuse to bowA strength beholden to one shared amongst the manyA light in the dark soul of a world gone madThat shatters the sad heart born of a passingInto a better stateOne that

Two Feathers

Weightless we swayDancing perpendicularFeeling the midnight breezeAs we waltz upon the eddy of life Spiraling downward we tiltBrazenly flipping in somersaultReflecting the world upside-downAnd suspending a single moment in time…Where two feathers may dance upon the winds…Before, slowly, drifting apart ©lrthompson

Into the Unknown

My decent into oblivionIs certainFor I have been falling for so longTheres no longer a wayTo establish any point of referenceFor my moral compass To guide meThrough the tormentOf bad decisionsAnd beautiful memoriesWhich coalesce into a virulentSymphony of midnight destructionThat cripples future dreamsInto a fragmented jumbleOf abstract ideas and wordsNo longer carrying meaningYet still mean

777

The forms have spokenUpon teary eye they break awayFrom the norms that attempt to defineLove in all its beautyWhile all but ommitingThe proximity that lashes repetitionTo an oath few can keepFor the heart can become numbFrom the suffering of a soulOnce held in the highest of esteemsAs the daily routines begin to tollAnd the engine

Wind Moan

The way the wind moansProse a storyOf life lessons learnedMinus love and its glory Within this windSadness residesA remainder of madnessNot even the wind can hide Angered by its lossAshamed to sayThe reason the wind moansBlowing away ©lrthompson