To The Orbs by Jacqueline Cioffa

  To The Orbs  Duty, responsibility, obligation and drudge I run around making false promises lying to myself I must end this cycle of debt, hush-hush niceties and learn to live it   This life   Starring me The oddity full of venom and regret Regret for harsh words hurled in the face of others living in the continuum The vortex seasonal cycle of disgust and disappointment Passing judgment upon

Forever Betrothed To The Night

Forever Betrothed To The Night By Jacqueline Cioffa The rotten apple bobs atop the pond scum drowning and dunking under the sweet, brown silence of murky still waters. And me, I understand. In tune with the dark, the death concept softens the breath in an instant. My heart does not skip nor quicken under the harsh white rays of a chilled, September sun. It is calmed and quieted, intoxicated by the still-birth possibility. The

Roots and Wings

Roots and Wings God isn’t looking for me That’s okay He’s busy Lots of heartache going on Too much trouble all around People don’t see people can’t see people don’t wanna see people My god have you seen the news? I can’t believe what’s going on Ain’t new ain’t nothing but old news Still it’s an awful lot of hurt to swallow and go down I’m no better Than you and you