Tag Archives: Introspective

Looking inward and hoping we find something there

Beggar’s WIne

How much does it cost to buy a man’s soul
You can have him for the purchase of his lips
Talk is cheaper than beggar’s wine
Words entice, deceive—like harlot’s hips

An idle stroll takes the bitter road
The one you said you never would
The fate you wove will bind its charge
The weaver who knew he never could

Dwelling in the unholy place
Cherished within our selfish space
Opium pity and shaking fist
Soothe awhile the bitterness

Darkened moods fall in around
Yet more dark moods fall in

An ill-made choice dooms every path
Till there’s only the smugglers track
Where carried on the backs of slaves
Their souls they burdened to their graves
Fools, they know what makes their might
Despair has taken their natal light
Burnt their hearts and left them cold
Blood-soot ashes of poison woe
Broken, yet when pressed to flee
Whirl and spit with tongues that sting
There but for any grace go I
Not so different—to death so neigh

Hopes as dust ground by time
Dwindling through the hourglass
A shifting grave for dreams to die
A perfect tapered bower, alas
Grain of life that falls unchecked
Join your daubs in tumbling splay
Your pitiless fatal arrow flecked
Offends all fortune—mark the day

What loss have I—it’s poured out red
Hide me from this bleeding bed
I made this resting place of mine
Formed by careless wastes of time
Now I see me lying there
Now I see my true despair
Dreams exchanged at pauper’s price
No harm perhaps, if once or twice
But swift are feet to follies taken
Easy steps and all’s forsaken
Lies to self and shared aloud
Shame the heart and tame the proud
Talk is cheaper than beggar’s wine
Talk is cheaper than beggar’s wine

Forgotten Futures

Last night I listened to the whispering wind
Imagining it told of love in a language I couldn’t understand
Loneliness hollowed my body
Gripping my heart with a cold hand

I wrestled with memories of forgotten futures
all laid to waste in the dark allies of a mind
that’s taken a thousand ill conceived turns
Only the passion erases the last false promise
Only the passion still burns