Redemption Center

Thinking about my mortality
Seems strange to mention
Me of all people, facing reality
And hoping for redemption

Looking for forgiveness
More than willing to compromise
Just need a little solace
Before they put coins on my eyes

I would say I've been soul-searching

But that would imply I have a soul, and bothered examining it...

I was thinking about the many-worlds interpretation, and can’t help but wonder what the version of me who lived up to his potential is doing these days…

To Whom It My Concern...

I got nothing, empty, nada, zero. Bereft of life. Except this note to myself.

Winston's Dog

Every day like gray November
And my brain, a dying ember
As I slowly pace the floor
Winston's dog guards the door


Shades drawn and lights low
Door locked to bar the foe
My dread, now manifest
Winston's dog knows no rest


Gone are things of contentment
As I hide in the basement
Friends and loved ones kept at bay
Winston's dog, he does not stray


Tired of the same old pain
Endlessly circling the drain
Desperate for sleep, I lay awake
Still Winston's dog takes no break


So here I sit, empty and alone
Trapped inside my lovely home
Searching for the elusive key
To make Winston's dog set me free

Blame It On The Weather

Sometimes sadness sticks to you
Like the weather in August
I would like a cool shower
To rise it off
I wish I could turn up the air conditioner
And feel it's cool breeze
Carry away the weight that wears me
Down and yet, weighs nothing
But leaves me exhausted
Like the weather in August

Her: Our relationship is like a mouse one fire.

Him: You mean a house on fire.

Her: No, I mean a mouse on fire.

Him: