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
Avoidant
Throw the distant future about
Roll it through the tasteless dirt
Speckle it with grease and paint
Then pray it does not turn
Close the doors to the past
Lock it up, glass chains taught
Dust the room in time forgot
Do not know, do not learn
Never dare to be the present
Stay aloof, alone and alright
Clear the way of disappointment
Let it find you in the night
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Banish what was,
Dismantle what is,
Create what will be
Ever serving,
Ever changing,
Ever growing,
Be me
Comfort Rests
Comfort is a need today, once again
Woe, a noticed change in my breath
Yet, Comfort hides within my labyrinth
Only wakes to wake the cautious dread
Comfort lingers behind weighted shelves
Self absorbed in the art of absence
As worry and chaos scurry down rumpled rows
Repainting cherished memories in distresses tones
And there, sat resigned on a bench
Shrunken down to the smallest tome
Sits Comfort, the crumbled vanquished
Who will yet not rise to find a proper tomb.
Underway
Again unable to unfreeze today,
To my mind unstuck and unleashed
Both seem so many lifetimes away.
And if I am unfixed from this
Unhelpful standard starting point,
The storylines to my undoing begin
As I unravel, what’s left behind?
A form unabashed and unstable
Left to wander wholly unnoticed
I can’t undertake opportunities
Uninspired I stand, unashamed
In the unusual unbiased mind
In which, unrecognizable distress
Nibbles, To be unwritten is to be
Safe. yet, loved is to be unafraid.
Panic Attack
Icy fire fills unsteady veins
Burns a wooden heart out
Signals the eventuality pains
Covered in what-if’s doubt
Sparks, icicles and bats
Lightning down still arms
Eyes see time in heartbeats
The panicked panic alarms
Familiar sensation of pressure
Tie to textures of debilitation
Ghosts I had began to think
Lost me in the midnight fog
Serene
Like the stream I am serene
There are no jagged edges
To part the water into wind
There are no pricking needles
To drown in scowls and bitter threads
Like the stream I am serene
I too, I am smooth and calm
Like the shallows that pass by me
And softly trickle in the misty rain
Reflected my outstretched hands
Like the stream I am serene
I do not have this fire in my soul
Screaming each second ‘overrule’
All that I am, a shatter and scrape
Begs to be smoothed each breath I take
No, Like the stream I am serene
I do not waver in the face of chaos
That rages unsheathed from my heart
That fills my eyes with rivers of their own
Chaos will not win today,
Not when I’m serene like the stream.
Temple of Regret
A temple raised of regret
A sacred place for timely fools
Who seek to know answers
To questions never once told
A temple sacrificed to regret
Stained with blood and bile
Some may say they’re bold
Others fight to be controlled
A temple ruined by regret
Of what might have been
Or may be brought forth
Into cracked ruins in dismay
A temple hidden in regret
There they lived in hoax peace
Wrapped themselves in pride,
Wrath while wagering the kind
A temple forgotten for regret
To house the lonesome lost
Who seek wiser knowledge
Than their kin calculating costs
Wisdom and Wonder
Deep caves of regret formed when Wisdom mourned
Her innocent youngest sister, Wonder who wandered
Atop ridges and rainbows solitary, lost she journeyed
Wonder roamed far and wide ever seeking her home
Adrift amongst Folly & Fear she howled forever alone
Til the faintest of cries echoed through Wisdom’s gates
A murmur of hope grew in the desolate presence of fate
Wonder sang with the sun, splashed in time with the rain
Until, her young voice rang clear, through wide open plains
Thus, the of bellow Wonder reached sister Wisdom again
Oh well
I’ll just stew with emotions because I can’t walk outside
This stalled journey started when I learned to silently cry
Thought if nobody hears it and
I can make it just real to me
Then maybe,
In this time,
or finally,
I’ll have privacy.
This hollow reckless feeling calls for a cheap trade
Like I missed the shining moment
When hope could be gained
I never learned the trick to living
Or is it a skill,
the lost with passion
The few without build in will, watch blindly the treat others hold.
Why did I return this time
When lessons, what could have compelled me to suffer
By deep will and by brave choice.
Oh well, if I’m lonely at least I have written voice.
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