Written by Steve Naisbitt

Thinking.

Listen to this track. Nathan’s words say me better than I can today. Just asked a friend and fellow writer: can I let go of my pain, when pain makes me who and what I am. Pain. Darkness. They are the juice that flow in my veins and from my pen. Take them away, what […]

Written by Steve Naisbitt

Tions

  Palpitations waken me Like celebrations (A)nother day on a knife edge, Felicitations! Bones: splinter, shattered or cracked Along with peace of mind – Yeah, really? Well just what IS that? Time: stolen Frame of mind: bruised and broken Left: behind Can’t rewind Suspicion: swollen Nights: naked in you Cheap as Rite Aid perfume Right […]

Written by Steve Naisbitt

Against Our Will

  That mad distemper That strikes both Beggar and King Turning latter into former Over torturous time. Learn to let go Of everything inside. Be done. Being held hostage By the ghost of happiness’ chance Becoming malignant spirit Haunting with nightmares, post-traumatic stress and cognitive dissonance. Can we just skip the ‘getting to know one […]

Written by Steve Naisbitt

The Bell Jar

When Life finally succeeds Beats me down For worms to feed Vengeful soul Still able to troll Will haunt what passes for Khaleesi’s home Smile made of chain link fence Cracks with laughter at misplaced Love’s expense Gifted the soul Reciprocity the goal Banshees will wail Lamenting my fail Your time and touch – my […]

Written by Steve Naisbitt

All I Have

  Keeping going. Staying the course you charted for yourself, in the face of ignorant criticism and apathy has been and remains the hardest part of the journey. The music industry and the literary world are so similar to me, relating to the struggle for artistic recognition. So, to quote Nate Feuerstein who’s been a […]

Written by Steve Naisbitt

Birthday Drink

  I hate you and I mean that with love, see Drank your birthday bottle, replaced Kentucky with cold tea Needed the fuel Emotional gruel Leaden words I wanted spit seeming so cruel Bourbon and Rye, medicine till I die Pain and loneliness: slot – fifteen presents I got Each one a brand-new hole Blown […]