In Pieces



We all wish for more time

A Winter Earned

In the solace of another hard winter, basking in the glory of a summer spent

Alcohol Strip

This alcoholic strip These alcoholic fits Shaping the cracks in his skin Too drunk to remember Too sober to forget Too much blood in the alcohol strip


These pieces, gathered together by strands of space and time Laid out in meticulous fashion, every piece has a place and a role to play Slowly assembled, carefully positioned into place

The Rot

This nation is bleeding Your terror is far reaching Our system has failed Our people are now dying The field is now even Our armies are oppressing They are pushing back the terror

Stand in the Fire

I stand in the fire I play with the madness they serve Life is like a meteor crashing through the sky and blackening the earth I stand in the shadows I play with the surprise

Field of Dreams

My life is over your life has just begun My choice is taken your decision has not been made My void is empty yours is bursting with life This day is over yours has only begun

Trees Fallen

Trees fallen to make paper Paper used to make your money Your vision our destruction Worlds starving as you feast on the spoils of war Your money your savior Creator of distortion

Unwelcome Guest

But now you have returned

Low Man Due

Beneath this lonely vail, the blackness covers the night.

See the Path

See the paths cut by our grandfathers

Murder of One

We cant change the world we live in


If you live by the sword Your victory will be short lived Your foes will eventually conquer you Truths lay out to bind with sadness I confess I have fought well


What is hardship?


The best of intentions

Our Shelter

The storm ahead is getting close

Ocean Away

Waters receding revealling footprints to follow


Winters come upon my desolate wake


I am sailor and you are my sea


You were not invited into my home