The Night Cries..

I step into the light, my weaknesses squirm to hide themselves,

They search for cubby holes etched within the tree of my soul..

I step back into the shadows, they suddenly rush at me, charge at me like a declaration of war..

Their serpent like bodies coil around my mind, around my neck, around my legs…

I am but a prisoner within a shell of a being..

I am but an infant within the shell of a man..

I am but a man within a shell of a world…

Is there no escape?

No release from these binding imps??

How they claw at my insides and scratch at my eyes..

Nothing of me is left pure; all is tainted with morsels of impotency..

Oh and how the night cries for me…

Oh how she weeps from the corner of her bed post..

Her tears paint  her vast breasts with an alignment of stars..

Her sobs softly kiss my exposed skin..

Lullaby for a Lost Soul has been released!!

Well it’s finally finished…. At least the first installment is. “Lullaby for a Lost Soul” has now been self-published. As I mentioned it’s the first installment to a series of short stories I will be doing called: “Shadows beneath the Street Lamp.” Every story will be dark and will take place somewhere in Norfolk. I’ve been working on the second installment but I’ve just been so damn busy with school work, writing things I really don’t want to write, I barley have time to work on it. That’s part of the reason it took me so long to get this one out.

Please click the link and download it, it’s absolutely free and you can always read it in your spare time. Or instead of checking your face book news feeds while you’re taking a shit, you can read a story. That way, even if you don’t like it, you were stuck on the shitter anyways and never wasted bit of time.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237411

Reflections…

A reflection stares back at me from the mirror of my mind,

Gleaming, shattered shards of glass

Neurological pressure points and path ways twisting and bending rays of light,

Distorted conceptions….

Like an image in the water, dispersed into a million ripples

Never ending tiny waves within waves,

Like how the world sees us,

Thousands of optical tunnels leading to tiny waves of electrical pulses,

Sporadic stored judgment,

This is a failure with in us all…

Programmed from birth,

We believe the lies depicted from the mirrors of the world,

And sometimes….. The lies that glare from within ourselves…