Maze of Recollection

Within darkness my soul reaches
Toward the light at the end of a maze
Collecting pockets of forgotten memory as I run
through the many twists and turns
Narrowly missing the dead ends of things regretted and lostThe gaps in the stone walls branch out like paths
of birth and death and after-life, of things that happened and the “If”
The nagging probability of possibility that dares me to take chances

Chances that force me to leave these things behind like forgotten baggage
from the boarding station that could’ve been
but never was

I look down as I slow to a walk out of here
marvelling at the bulging pockets of the coat
filled with shards in the shape of scrapbooking
of things I loved, things I missed, things I never forgot

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Little Red

All the eyes dare to see is red
this hunger that is, dares to grow, wishes to be fedThe darkness permeates
the unforgivable surge of anger and the rage
stains the blood upon the ancient journal’s page
The morality-line of the heart is gladly severed
One flower is rotted amongst the few, the whiteness finally levered

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Songlyrics: Chameleon

On I walk on my own

shedding this thing called skin and scales

and path of color behind me,

stretching from afar and away.

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