"Alone"

As I sit this room not known I thought I'd

 ach longing, drifting, fragments of home,

Wishing it was yet truly fully not knowing..

EXILE OR HEAVEN? WHEN LEFT TO LIVE ALONE. 

A penchant with eyes his third open wide,

clearly, calculating, consuming their lies

Cleverly, casting, chonomdrums as guies

to the skies he begs for his peace to arise.

And yes they kicked and yes they lied

stabbed, poked, with presumptious pride

the past a penchalum side to side 

the blade is dull as it's time has tried.

Bruise then tear the fears of many, 

THE SUCCULENT LIFE

A fruit of envy,

it breathes and bleeds that not within me 

To rend all emotions that surrender me empty.

EXILE OR HEAVEN WHEN LEFT TO EXIST ALONE?

To live a name and not be claimed ,

echoes of family what truth remains,

the poison micelic each vein to vein

THE GHOST OF MY MEMORY IS ALL I REMAIN.

"ALONE"

JLS