Hopeless Romantic

By: Cam There are moments in time, that I feel this DARK world would rather have the appearance of love. Then the actual SWELLING of the heart, the mind BENDING mood, The LOSS of breath, the dance of courtship, Love. God! I hope I’m WRONG. I can’t believe in a world that only cherishes the APPEARANCE of love, instead of the real melodic bliss of it. But the nights grow darker, and the wars continue to RAGE. The hate begins to bubble like a BOILING pot over an unstoppable flame. I might ask a QUERY? Instead of all the dripping … Continue reading Hopeless Romantic

Frequency to Grow

There is a frequency that we don’t see, a special vibrating color floating through our bodies, Its elaborate ploy is not harmful, but evolving the way we see, the way we think. Let us open the door and let it in, let it sink. One can only hope to feel the enormous weight of color rushing through the heart, The emotion is only the start. The beating of a drum, rushing blood, driving the wheel to the mind Like a loud catchy song, or a bond never to be broken between loved ones. Two friends hand in hand can change … Continue reading Frequency to Grow

Mother’s Day

I feel the need to share something about mother’s on this day, as I am sure a lot of you feel the same way. I like so many have had the privilege and honor to know some amazing women (mother’s), my mother being one of them. My mother, I have constantly said she is the glue to my family. She is the one that when things get crazy and difficult she always reminds us that we are a family and we must stick together. Of course she does this in her own special way, and those of you who know … Continue reading Mother’s Day

Tragedy of the Muse (Drink up Me Hearties)

The Tragedy of the Muse By: Cam A woman once told me that I am nothing more than anthropomorphic. Somehow I was not amused. “We are daft and true, and fill our bodies with food. There is nothing else for us to do, you however are a hapless muse.” Spoken by delighted people, vigilant on sea wearing passage. The vessel we all sail on is only in turmoil when we are away from home on a hundred year voyage. To the creatures and beasts who spew malice drudgery and fill the thoughts of our culture, like a bucket on a … Continue reading Tragedy of the Muse (Drink up Me Hearties)

Fucking Blank Page

Fucking Blank Page By Cam Twine wraps around my aging body, too tight, the circulation is cut off. Purple skin. Pulsating, beating, dead. No embrace from the feel of something different. I’m terrified of life, because life has chewed my soul down to rubble. and I’m still alive. So I sit, I won’t brave another attempt. The storm, the one where Christ awoke and with a wave from his mighty hand it stopped, ceasing to rage on. All the fisherman saved, while his legacy grew. a different storm, My storm, capsized the boat and Christ never awoke. He drowned. I … Continue reading Fucking Blank Page

Lung Cancer, Coffee, and Love

Laughter fills the great hall of my pulmonary. Smoke rolls in like the great adversary. Polluting and drugging the alveoli, While the milk and coffee soothes the burn, The thought of you is all I yearn. Isn’t it enough that the young never die? Or is it the crazy that live forever? Either way young and crazy is a concoction that I’d like to try. Wouldn’t it be marvelous to sign up for that kind of life. Her words echoed through the prison bars of my mind. It wouldn’t be life if you weren’t by my side…echoing, shaking, echoing through … Continue reading Lung Cancer, Coffee, and Love

A Thought of Fruition

Urge us to feel! To love, to notice the stars above. Fight us, when we become stagnant, unevolved, and dead. Let the sweet melodies of the wind serenade our souls, Help us begin to understand that life was never meant to be dull. Cut the bands from our wrist, and free our hearts. Purge us from our consumption, hate, and greed to start. Let the word go forth into the streets that we are alive, awakened, and progressing. No more war, famine, and hunger. We will no longer let our powers slumber. The blood in my veins pours out onto … Continue reading A Thought of Fruition