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Be here, be here
Be here, be here
With dew drenched grass,
Long shadows on pavement,
Sun shining in my eyes,
A premonition of the day's heat.
Outside chirps sound, toads and birds,
And motors reve below
As they make a Monday morning
And yet, I drift to planes unknown
Lost in stories I’ve created
Of righteousness and deadly foes
Of wisdom from false teachers
I drift in oceans, castles, the woods,
Until there is a moment,
A bark, a bell, the alarm sounds.
Be here, be here once more
I repeat my refrain
Though that does little to enforce it.
In the end
In the end you knew
All had passed for you
A wisdom of your own
A heart made from bone
In the end you called
Into the loving night
To sounds we’ve never heard
To meaning without words
In the end you stretched
A day into a week
And sat at rivers edge
Before jumping in the steam
In the end we sat
Downstream from your parting
And felt the world change
Goodbye, my feline darling.
Half Way There
Not hard work, or it is?
The rise and the fall
Of ten clever dancers
On glowing black plastic
Who move without thought,
Of two tearfilled pools
Reflecting the blue
Trapping the brightness
Within their abyss,
Of soft lullabies to sooth,
To stoke fire and focus,
Humming from a distant land,
And fluffy pink chairs
To sit in, crosslegged,
And question the value
Of 112 days.
There is a buzz
There is a buzz
In the back of my skull
A dim hum
That shapes my road
Some days I barely notice
Others it’s all I hear,
A dull buzz
Tired of patience
It has waited
It has grown
That forgotten sound
Encased in fragile steel
All that I am
Sheathed beyond my grasp
Soon that crystalline structure
Will fall
I feel it today
I feel it today That call from above That ripples my bones Scraping messages Across the totality Of my being. Today there is more. A call through the clouds That blanket my sky Sending long lost knowing Into my soul Crushing into my blood. Today, the universe awakens Within my every breath Magic, alive Sudden and still Fills my body Shapes my mind Today is a wonder I thought I had lost.
Night
What I saw when all was dark
Under the moonless stars,
Unfurled sails cross clear skies
And steeled my grounded heart.
I lost the moment when time shed
All its frog skin spots,
Returned its gaze back upon me
And shouted in the dark.
“I will not win this any way
I will not cross the fog”,
That creeps into this crystal night
A bandit with false rot.
And when the ship is set adrift
Above my small abode
I will not know the phrase to say
To reach the silver throne.
I will stumble in, dismayed and great
To test the edge of night
To join the silent revelry
Or face the call I might.
That echoes through me
Like a drum, set fire to my veins
“The time has come, the hour close,
Soon these nights will change”.
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Surrounded
Travel between I’m told
Release yourself, be one
But what happens when all
At once
I am none,
I am floating in the river
Bobbing without direction in glass
Breaking my heart to listen
To hear
Too many cries echo beneath my feet
Too many universes have whispered
Too many minds have been broken by the wind
And mine is not strong, not fortified against the madness
That creeps from the glacier that’s fed with blood
To find me wrapped in shadows, alert as the river turns
Against my being, the rush,
Overcome by majesty and unfit to feel its pulse
pearls
Scattered poems seem so small
They wrap around my skin
Strung together, plastic pearls
Never ever meant to begin
Each bead added weighs heavy
Biting on my wrist, creasing
Categorized, crafted, captured
Never the fight nor the feeling
Make the bracelet whole
Charms and gaps appealing
Clear, concise, contained
Never the numb nor the feeling
And when the sting, it snaps
Flinging notions on linoleum
Cupboards, couches, chairs
Feelings to be never ever found
How…
How fearless, how brave
Moments of ignorance make
Untied to the price
Unbound to the loss
Of what could, will, be
How cowardly, how stupid
To walk through this life
Staring at weapons
And seeing game dice
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