stepping stone

Haunted by the past by a face of familiar character 

Taunted by the memories of unending thoughts

Prisoner of a lost void that is yet to be forgotten

a Heart filled with Jaded bliss that has no remorse to leave

Hollow to the touch yet lost to the struggle to end the war

I wait in despair for the welcoming of the Chaos it brings

its the only Comfort I find in the nite

So I wait…. wait and wait  

until my eyes become red with rage and anger 

forcing my last tears to fall and dry on the cracked  

and bruised flesh that I once called my cheek 

I wait to the pounding of my heart to steady as

my fatigue demands my body to give in to its only wish

sleep

Yet even in my sleep I find no rest from this misery

Enslaved by time, plague by you for eternity 

Slowly I creep through the Nite finding hope in unbound places

Through lost faces, persistent thoughts whisper through the first light

bound in a cage full of what was and never could 

I wait

I wait 

 and I wait 

for it was the first lesson that was taught

but finding peace in misery isn’t how to live 

with Time comes new light 

the day sparks new flames which ignite old memories of the past 

burning them out of existence until they are only dust  

calming of the river that flows

it is here I find the will to wash away the lost and void that is you 

It is here I find me

2/28/2012 - Quote

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And where there’s a way, then there’s usually a stop sign somewhere along the road.

2/28/2012 - Photo

grrrrr……

grrrrr……

2/28/2012 - Photo

going on still 

going on still 

2/28/2012 - Photo

drawing high starts 

drawing high starts 

2/15/2012 - Video

late night work