Ignition

my friend,
how you want to see the light
…be the light
but everyone that shines
dines with the whore of envy
flickers, burns, forgets
ignites a frenzy of regrets

The Intersection

I don’t love like a saint
or think like a sinner

the paths I travel
are no longer lit
and I’ve lost much of me
along the way

I stand at the intersection
of Faith and Folly
unable to decide
where to go

will my thirst ever purge
this guilt from my soul
and if I get to where I’m going
will I have any stones
left to throw