fringe selvedges

Terrible dark thoughts
Drain into
My soul.

Incredibly hard fought
My soul’s essence
Its goal.

Painfully, they’re bought
With my innocence
Its toll.

Standing outside
The world below
Is the nature of learning
What God has bestowed.

Courchavel, FR 2011

good for you
good for bad
badness bends
thoughts
to you.

good for naught
bad has bought
evil thoughts
bending
from you.

i lay awake, fast asleep
drifting slowly, through the deep
inner pain
with little gain
finding anguish, where dreams meet.

Trembling slowly
Awaiting
The news
As fate creeps
Slowly
To your disconnected
You.

Dangerous times
Dangerous trust
A lifetime to build
A short time to
Dust.

Anger makes me happy
Laughing makes me sick
Niceness is disgusting
Because I like to be a prick.

Angry people
Everywhere
Blaming me
Without a care.

Perhaps deserved
I stare in air
Quaintly trembling
Knowing
Who cares what’s fair.

A forever mystery
A forgotten tale
Of incredible pain
In your heart
Like a nail.

Nonsense!
I tell my children
I tell myself
I ask my wife
I say –
Was I right?