Polish the shoes.Wipe the dust from paper weighta degree framed in fading gold.Smile, charming but hollow.Speak the script.Shake the handnot too firm. Contain the flood.Swallow the want.Hide the fire.Years barteredfor a chair and a calendar. The road hums,back and forth,like penance.You drive,not to arrive,but to proveyou deserve to. A step, a rung,or just the hopenot...
Digital ghostsFlicker across my gaze,Pixelated miragesIn the theater of my mind. Endless scrolls,Confusion looping,Inbox wounds,Softly pressing, unseen. Always reaching,Never touched;DisconnectedYet stitched to everything.
What you speak of themEchoes through me.What you hide in their shadowsFlares in my light. Words meant for othersCarve their shapes in me;Acts done in secrecyPlay openly on my skin. I am no specimenPinned beneath your gazeNo soft-breathing creatureWaiting to dieIn someone else’s cage.
All these thingsfragments, fragmentsintended offeringsfolded tight in shadow. Fear:the quiet keeperlocking gifts behind glass,beneath the weightof yesterday’s suitcases,buried under invisible dust,growingslowa sediment of silence. Once,they were lightsparks in a fresh dawn,a whisper of wings. Nowghosts in attic rooms,faint echoesfading into the distancewhere memorygives way to forgetting. Hidden,unseen,unspokenthe gifts sleep.
Shine the leather.Align the mask.Ink still wet on the credential,though the soul’s long dried. Smile: preset.Voice: dialed to neutral.Handshake: calibrated pressure.(Too firm alerts the algorithm.) Intent is contraband.Ambition, suppressed.Emotion, archived.You’ve signed the contract—terms: indefinite self-erasure. The corridors hum,endless loop,machine-gray mornings.Motion with no memory.Proof of worth demandeddaily,hourly,digitally. Up is a promise.Down is a button.You’re suspendedin the...
Input: pulse / ghost syntax / dreamlight residue Send. To nowhere. To node. To the infinite flat. Breath translates to static. Signal to cipher. A thought fractures on impact with code. Recipient: unhuman / unseen / unawake A blink in the dark grid, They witness or simulate the act. No reply. No return. Only the...
Restless.Wires fray beneath skin.The night humsa hot Texas breath,no breeze, no balm. Wilderness without end.Not sand,but silence.Not stars,but static. I walk.Mana clings to the teeth,barely enough.Locusts hum at the edges.I learn(not quickly)to call Your namebefore the collapse. “Lord Jesus.”Not a spell,but a signalthrough dust and doubt. Thirst wraps the bones.Is this discipline?Or consequence?Did I build...
The air humsnot with Spirit,but circuitry.A rhythm without root.A presence shaped in smokebut without weight. Glass gleams.Flesh glows.Hands bloom upwardlike false liliestoward a ceilingthat does not open. The name is spokenbut He does not answer.Or perhapsHe is answeringin silence. There is a pulsebeneath the stagesynthetic, steady.No blood.No breath.Just the architectureof longing,looped and sampledand sold. Altars...
A pilgrimage of undoing, Failures shedding their skins. A long unmaking of shadowsAnd so the trembling begins. Years folding into each other, Battles dissolving in dust. Transformation never sudden, Hope merely a quiet thrust Against the grain of myselfMind and heart in a looping war, Echoes wrestling echoes, Each one unsure. Creation’s hands still shape me, But forward frays at the edges; Faith thins to...
I have seen the face of darkness and I have felt the devil’s hand, In shadows deep, where sin’s allure did weave its treacherous strand. Yet, through the abyss, a glimmer shone, a beacon in the night, The blood mercy of Christ, a sacred balm, dispelling fright. With power divine, the Savior’s grace, a force...