Rainy night

Thundering breeze slaps the atmosphere Fraught anxiety amplifies fears No silence for this darken damp night Those shadows grow, shaken with horrid fright Gales rumble, whistling leaves tumble I long the hear tender drops reappear And the howling night to disappear

Afternoon rain

A soft scent so pleasant that I adore Akin to a sweet heavenly spring downpour Drifting by like dewy petrichor The mystic mist is so much more Its earthy aroma I cannot touch Nor brave enough to try and clutch

Ill Union

An ill union this confusion My wanderer is a flighty fusion Afraid to test their inner depths My lover leaves me consumed with regrets An ill union is my conclusion This wanderer is an unsightly illusion Was our time together a false fantasy To fuel ego and nourish ones vanity There can be no more

A reflective soul ponders the lies

People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires