Life
Is
Happening
Now.
Yeah.
Smile
Life
Is
Happening
Now.
Yeah.
Category: Poem
Breathing
Everyday
Relentless,
No pause,
No rest
I must
keep
breathing….
Each breath is a release-
Each breath begs for another,
And another
And yet another…
No end in sight,
So like smudged condensation on a schoolbus’ window,
Watch me breathe.
Linus
lost,
now found
to remind me of a simpler me.
when black and white
defined this world-
a smaller
safer
world.
before love.
I will need to lose you again soon enough.
but now,
I’ll remember.
lies
are knives
turned inward
always cutting deeper
into your soul.
cutting away at
you
and who you are.
every smile
and every courtesy
and every dream deferred
is another slice
closer to perdition.
love is the bandage
freedom, the suture
patch yourself up
and put down the blade.
Autumn (#II) – The Anticipation
Thirsting.
Watching,
through closed eyes,
Watching,
the approach.
The approach of distant memories.
Vividly painted with a brush named Scent-
Delicately sculpted by the chisel of Cold-
Proudly stamped by little crows feet,
In the snow.
In the snow.
Lovers spin among swirling red leaves,
Kissing so deep because they know.
Soon their love will harden
and freeze,
much like teardrops
In the snow.
And the thirst goes on.
FALL (# I)
Cool and Hot
wrestle for dominion.
change is beautiful
and inevitable,
but comes not smooth.
friction of opposites
bring stunning displays of power.
Heralding a far greater Force,
Autumn comes bombastic:
A parade of riotous colors
sail through a furious breeze.
horns cross
and antlers crack.
the strutting
for the rutting.
tis a time of power
in the face of coming night.
the coming night.
Message In A Bottle (2012)
Shameless self-recriminations
And confessions once buried deep
pour out – gush out – bleed out.
Unseemly Behavior
all targeted
at you,
sent
to you.
Through a bottle,
A communal bottle.
Perhaps I need a dove?
Or a crow?
Or a Firebird?
Or perhaps
simply,
the answer is,
“No”.
silpitsad
Eyes
skip left
and back right –
searching…
hoping:
is it?
was it?
could it be?
should I?
……
A rising crescendo of doubt
beats across your chest.
Sage decisions compromised
by lurking fears
that were never extinguished during sunnier times.
Now thriving and festering,
fear gnaws on what purpose and will remain.
Faith,
She has not left you.
so abandon her do not.
She will shoulder your load
until you are ready.
Until you fly.
yeah,
She’s good like that.
Nest
Peeking over-
A long way down.
Gazing ahead-
Everything
at my fingertips.
But how?
How do I touch
Life?
How do I feel it all
without falling,
Without falling down?
How do I fly?
Pieces
pieces fall
one by one
out of your day
out of your head
through your heart
and onto the floor.
pieces of you that you need(ed)
pieces that you have forgotten…
pieces of you,
that are no longer yours.
you will be stronger, they say
you will be happier
you will be wiser….
better, stronger, faster-
I’ll settle for the six million,
and you may keep the drama
Peace,
where are you?
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