Focus

Focus.

Here we’ll stay.

Focus.

They’ll fade away.

 

Inward.

Clearer now.

Inward.

Exactly how.

 

Center.

On the hand.

Center.

Grains of sand.

 

Focus.

Shutting down.

Focus.

Comes back around.

Stage

Fall in love with the darkness,

The shadow, the flames.

Peace in the quiet,

Calmly it reigns.

The play has begun,

Place guts onto stage.

The sacrifice hung,

Time to turn the page.

Touch

One string, then two,
The chorus, deep and true.
Every note with it’s hue,
Every puzzle needs a clue.

Those words so soft,
Sweet evening frost.
Let’s get lost,
No matter the cost.

Draws her in,
Soft touch of his skin.
Man among men,
Time and again.

Tarot

Unwilling player,
take your stand.
At the table,
play your hand.

Three of wands,
rely on yourself.
Pages turn,
back on that shelf.
High priestess,
sit in stillness.
Distance,
fearless resistance.

Listen closely,
shadows embrace.
Never forget,
stay in your place.
Five of swords,
self destruction
Fuck instruction,
reproduction.

Red sun rising,
analyzing.
Voodoo magic,
tantalizing.

Musings

Great stories are supposed to begin with a hook. A single line of such magnitude that the reader of this tale can do nothing other than continue to read. Despite that fact, I often find the beauty of some stories cannot be conveyed in one sentence. A short complication of words to sum up so many twisted paths. I do believe this impossibility is the death of many tales most worthy of the telling.