Monday, September 24, 2012


Smoke filled rings
launch and freeze the air,
rising one by one,
provoked by last nights events.

Keeping tempo
with the thoughts in your mind,
a realized habit of guilt
now can't be escaped,
forever beating inside.

Now with silence
floating off your tongue,
it brings past as present,
opening future, unallowed.

So stand outside and break time
running with the sun's rays,
leading paths filtering out the same,
for all that's at stake.