Its late
and I lay here in the dark...
Coffee conversation and poetry
Drinking speaking and a rhyming story...
In this darkened cave,
I'm trapped...
Another day,
Betrayal coming through...
Under the writings of a tired hand
Under the sight of blinded eyes...
I like to write poems,
Instead of throwing up...
Today I am writing
Tomorrow I have written...
My heart holds the love of ages,
sets me free, but also cages...
It's just a chair.
An old, wooden chair...
We are delivered from demons when we desire to
Move toward the truth of which we aspire to...
Holding your neck
Trying to breathe...
I feel from the highest high,
To lowest low I’ve known...