Endless apologies for reasons unknown,
Offered up continuously to a hollow throne,
Countless attempts to atone even though,
As you reign, this servitude enslaves me.
Where will self-imposed exile take me? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #122 – Kings and Courts and Clowns
I’m running on caffeine,
And bleeding whiskey.
My behavior is getting risky,
Will you miss me,
When I’m gone? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #168 – Caffeine and Whiskey
Single minded devotion,
Don’t question, just focus,
All your everything on,
Something that may not exist.
Blind faith is bliss,
How dare I doubt this? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #149 – Faith
Cast your stones,
Your glass house,
Fell away long ago.
The sinner who fancies
Himself a saint,
Earns nothing but shame. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #106 – Your Glass House
I cannot stay focused, I have no motivation, and I loooooooove to procrastinate. Do you see all those ‘o’s? That’s a lot of love, people!
In an attempt to remedy this lack in my writing life, I have decided to resort to bribing myself. Of course, if I tell no one, then there’s no one to hold me accountable, hence: I’m pulling you folks in, to act as hawk-eyed witnesses! I both thank and dislike you all, in advance. Continue reading Witness My Self-Bribery: An Attempt To Manipulate Myself
Generally, I’d prefer not to talk about what inspired me to write the missives. Most of them bubbled forth from religious doubt and self hatred and fears of growing up. Some are naturally darker than others… but they are not unique. Not in what they sprung from.
Recently, and not recently, stories have come to light about predators, protected by their power and by their peers, preying upon those who should have been able to trust them. People who failed so spectacularly to be decent human beings that there are no words to describe them.
They are not unique either. Continue reading Misplaced Missives 14 & 84, And How They Came To Be
You would turn me away,
Your own flesh and blood,
Because of something beyond my control.
So your gratitude and ignorant love,
Mean nothing, once the truth is told. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #64 – F.A.M.I.L.Y.
I don’t want to turn to you,
Bent on bruised knees,
Hands bound in prayer,
Pushed by a scare,
For wisdom you can’t provide
As I hide behind the wrong questions,
Cryptic statements, and acceptable lies. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #67 – Answers
Kind and loving heart
Take it, I don’t need this part.
Caring is overrated,
All painful and I hate it.
No use debating it;
I’m better off with a heart less
Reckless than my own. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #92 – Cold and Sarcastic
Is it inevitable? The way it must go;
Good people, Great people,
Giving in to
Thoughts dark, Thoughts evil,
That I’m so fearful,
Will one day be mine. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #125 – Inevitable