Stained Path I tread. Stained with memories… good and bad. Stained bad because mistakes and missed opportunities. Stained good with the misery of knowing never more. Neither stains appear to me to help me in my expanding despair. I shall die, stained with who I was, nothing!
-SAB
Ale House, Waterford
Thoughts – Violence –
Screaming rage in my
mind – I’m alive. Not
well when I’m alone.
Scared, but humane.
Am I sane? Not tonight.
I break, I bruise, I
ruin flesh. I live!
I let it stay mental. I
have to keep it that way.
-SAB
B-Dubs, Waterford
…Means I’m here!
HA – Then again it could
mean something along the
lines of close encounter,
or ET. Who really knows
what “arrival” signifies,
but we can guess it
does not mean departure
— unless we are
in an antiverse.
-SAB
Friendly Confines
Rememberance upon waking
eyes. No! How can this be so?
Am I alone in this grandure.
I recalled yesterdays truth –
tarnished w/ out life’s semblance
of reality. Flashes behind eyes
closed. Did it happen like that,
not if given a lid’s flicker. I did it,
I can’t deny, it is on my unforgiven
brain not blurred even w/ repetitive blinks.
-SAB