Wednesday, October 19, 2016

It's Dark and Hell is Hot

In between mirrors
I saw me, don't see me
I've no one to beg to
No asking, no pleading
I sit/stand it's measured
It’s mixed, just a potion
Outside v. inside
The calm, the commotion
But if I were somehow
To start a small fire
To burn that which haunts me
To walk the feigned wire
If I were collecting
The smoke that engulfs me
Use both lungs for storage
The clean air insults me
If I could just wither
My season breeds closing
Uproot these intentions
Some needed exposing
I’ll stoke the flames often
I’ll dream it contagious
I’ll pattern my hopes
In the truly outrageous
I’ll shoot for the planet
With furthest of truths
I'll reconfirm Pluto
A nod to my youth
A scientist's musing
Cannot change the past
But my time as a planet
It simply can't last
So the harshest idea?
This fire will die
And I’ll search for a mirror
… I'll practice goodbyes


Friday, October 14, 2016

Release Be With You

It’s an old, sad song I always sing
And a river I can’t swim
It’s a fishing pole I’m scared to cast
And an unrelenting hymn
It’s destiny I love the most
Assumptions set aside
    If only I could figure out the tide
I'm a foreigner, like all of us
I'm here, I don’t know why
I'm deep inside a cavern’s throat
I'm swallowing my sighs
And this draping veil that follows me
This ever-waiting bride
    Never does she fight against the tide
It's a gridlocked street at 5 o'clock
And I haven't got the time
It's a cry for help, so elegant
And never meant to rhyme
But heart strings have a way of seeing
Better than our eyes
    And I’ve a way of waiting for the tide


Thursday, October 6, 2016

Stockholm Syndrome

I disgrace poetry
Capture its essence
I'm holding it hostage
I'm unlearning lessons
Selfish in sanctum
I crowd round my quiet
I write when I need to
I temper my riots
And this is all bull shit
A self-serving antic
Shakespearean tragedy
Boneless romantic
A spineless conclusion
A map with no treasure
I'm worse for the wear
But you wear me much better
I thought I was glass
Just a window to gaze through
I guess I'm a mirror
I'm here to appraise you
I'm here to reflect
Carbon copied assumption
Just salt me to taste
Realize your consumption
If this, a discussion
I'd probably keep hushed
I just can't find the time
And I hate to feel rushed
So I steal a few minutes
And jot down this trash
It’s a pebble to ocean
Just minus the splash


Ready, Set, Grow

My heart sings of destiny, of shadows bathed in light Paths that form before my feet, and waiting out the night Journeys made for chosen...