Silent rage, disengaged
Fire on an empty page
Quiet, still…
ignorance is bliss until
the fire spreads and singes
all the hairs off of your face
No remorse
Oh, but of course
That’s the way the burning goes
impetuous force
The taste of smoke
Is only harsh until you choke
Then welcome suffocation
Awful nice of you to show
And everything around you starts to go
Storyteller, poet, artist, composer, songwriter, and producer of music and films.
