"Hunger"..... Considering ``All Hallow`s Eve`` is Approaching

Waiting here for tomorrow to begin. Today has been such a train wreck, when will it end. You fed me the lies . My hunger was satisfied. Your world so different I was scared. Scared to begin a new chapter. You, the author. The lies were color while reality was black and white. My thirst for your love was killed that night. You cried and let loose. While I strangled from the noose. The day went black and the sounds went to deaf ears. You stared at my vessel blurred by the tears, My soul long gone by the time you felt fear. The next to visit your web. Should not fear being dead.

Return

Smythe, the elusive comical bedraggled poor excuse of a inkslinger. He lives a sorted soiled life. An artist he truly is, his canvas is your skin. Sober? Hopefully so. Demons haunt his existence. He likes Led Zeppelin and Jack Daniels…combined. His cough is a reminder of years of inhaling. His eyes red and runny. His soul, a very old soul is vulnerable. His love was lost but his lust grows. His friends are loyal, his enemies haunt him

. His thoughts will haunt yours. I must get back to bringing him to life. Spurred on by the urge to create in one form or another. Words will be my medium for a while…maybe longer. Peace

FRAGILE

We are living in a vortex Living in a swamp of festering microbes Awaiting our demise To devour our remains Bubbling up the gasses that were our vessels To emit the odors of waste To fertilize the future of mankind To open the minds of those that follow To educate the next few To lead them to better earthly endeavours To salvage the disasters our generation create The job is thankless But life is worth it. Life is but a nanosecond in the infinity Being fragile is what all life is about.

CONDOLENCES

I stood there gazing about the room.. Faces somber.. Looking to the end of the room.. The wooden enclosure contained the vessel.. The vessel that once carried a soul.. A soul troubled through life.. Eyes not on the face displayed eyes filled with tears.. Eyes dried because there was none left.. Remembrances uttered in hushed voices.. Sullen smiles with acknowledgements.. Photos displayed recharged the tear supply.. A father’s dulled stare at his son’s empty vessel.. The pain no chemical can make disappear..

Lifes Pulse

Lots of agony.... Equal tears... Son, brother, friend, foe... Buried, becoming one with the earth... Threats, condolences, accusations... All without thought by some... Some with thoughts from deep... One less heart beats, while many bleed... Painful healing like a razors cut... Like blood oozing slow rivulets... Feelings deepen to the point... Of being so low like gravity... Drawing the blood to the lowest point... The uphill climb begins... With the beating of loving hearts... Surrounding those in despair... Feeding those with love and positivity... Light at the end shines brighter each day... Memories being the ray.

Black & White Life

Gray days and Mondays don’t get me down.... Sometimes living in a gray Down East town will do the trick.... Nothing to support life as it should be.... Drugs and illness lead to more drugs and illness.... They die by the road.... Young and old.... Hearts stop natural, some induced.... Kids of friends kill friends of kids.... Innocence died the same death years ago.... Poverty and violence, hillbilly heroin.... Bailey’s and Bud, something for everyone.... Except dreams.

The Progression

The hand grabs The eyes search The voice asks The mind wanders The questions flow like a spring stream The memories follow the questions The answers not answered The faces in the memories All strangers The hand holds The eyes caress The voice soothes The memories flow again The faces familiar The tears replaced with glimmer The hang grabs The eyes search…. The disease progresses The tears flow