The Far Away

Dreams that seem beyond my grasp
Unattainable even to the last gasp
Hope denied on a daily basis
My entire life lived in stasis
No chance to rise above my station
Just another lost cause in this nation
My sorrows buried in consumer debt
Only need one more dollar to bet
Distracted by the quiet song
Whispers for that which I long
Jealous thoughts of a pristine beach
Tears for what’s always out of reach

By Nicholas Byrley

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Well of Words

Gliding, swooping, falling
Ascending to the depths
Of my mind, looking
For the little gems
Inspirations source
Along dry riverbeds
And empty deserts
Past the ruins and
The quarantine zones
To fresh lands
New frontiers waiting
To be mapped and
Exploited by me

By Nicholas Byrley

Caravan

To the weathered wastes
Past the pirate’s coast
We ride on as one
With packbeast, woman, and child
Plodding step by step
Our city of canvas goes
Time measured in weeks
Chilly nights and sweltering days
In spirits good and bad
We are destination bound
Our fate and fortune waiting
Spires pierce the horizon
Walls guard its treasures
Gates opened wide
The journey to an end

By Nicholas Byrley


Always found the idea of caravans and caravan life romantic.

Double Time

Work harder
Work longer
Sleep not required
Go the distance
Pull yourself up
The world awaits
Grab it if you can
Limits are figments
True determination boundless
Bleed and sweat
Pay your dues
Succeed with effort
Prove it to yourself

By Nicholas Byrley


It’s two poem Wednesday because I didn’t have time to post yesterday. Enjoy.

Blood For Ink

I will show my love drop by drop.

Life’s blood spent, skin irrevocably scarred.

Prick by prick the needle accepts my offering.

In return it gives its mark, ink and dye.

Pain such a small thing compared to love

By Nicholas Byrley


Sorry if this came off all creepy/stalkerish. Going to be getting a tattoo for our  anniversary this year. A red diamond/ruby to match the one my wife has that I love on her. Can’t wait to go get it done.