spective

•November 1, 2018 • Leave a Comment

simplicity returns to me
no longer reciprocity

this game and all its rules now seem
untamed and stalled for cruel home teams
when sane to progress disembark
its bane has sold us in the dark

but though I wake my dreams continue
till Others break from this new venue

instinct reacts, I fade to white
(of late blacked out in oversight)
toned lines and metered rhythms sing
lone ties that heated schisms bring

our summit taunts us in the distance
we must not waste this resistance

simplicity returns to me
a melody, a harmony
this life is good enough for me
no need for reciprocity

Glass

•March 7, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Once upon a time he mused:
‘I get hope’s split, but if it fused,
we couldn’t live a single day
without the light that shined our way.’

‘But without sin,’ I posed to him,
‘How would one know where to begin?
Shadows are what show us light,
or else there are no wrongs to right.’

‘Inherently,’ he said to me,
‘understanding sets us free,
and so it is with sin as well –
to try is to buy; to lie is to sell.’

I think about that still sometimes
when I make these silly, stupid rhymes.
A whisper as my inner ear
to take back that which leaves me here.

ambition

•March 30, 2017 • Leave a Comment

find me on mountaintops
for the rest of my daze
looking out at the future
looking down at the past
wondering why people make such a fuss over summits, anyways

Daydream

•January 31, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Don’t tell me which way the wind blows.

Show me.
Take me into the air
so high the sun sighs
and drop me
scrambling and flailing
screaming and wailing
without any constraint
to inhibit what comes –

Freed-falling.
I’m falling
through vortexes of
the most vibrant reds and oranges I have ever seen and I reach out to touch
one and it
pulls away
laughing, I chase it down –

Grounded, again.
Flush in my impression of the earth
I turn
and suppose the clouds once more
pretending them the same.

Dogma

•September 5, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Good morning to another day.
Good morning to my friends, and
Good morning to my family.

Good morning to the daily hymn of songbirds, to the gentle hush of the wind as it tickles the trees. Good morning to hope.

Good morning to my hope; to the pastel masterpiece spilling light across the sky. Good morning to my metaphors; to my mirror, to my smile and cocked eyebrow, to confidence. Good morning to confidence.

Good morning to questions, and to my questions. Good morning to inspiration, and drive, and progress and words and words, and my mania. Good morning to the sturdy promise of stasis, its winding uphill path.

Good morning to reality; to the gravity of necessity; to my humility. Good morning to hesitation, and to doubt, and to shallow vows; good morning to the colorless threat of stasis, its slick downhill spiral.

Good morning to the truth, and to my balance; to moral certainty and crippling anxiety; to intuition and wasted chances; to pain and to numbness; to my endurance, and to love.

Good morning to love.

independence

•May 10, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Give me one more shell
to crawl out of; I can prove
it is not a dud.

ignorants

•April 29, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Infuriate a heart of hate
with nothing but a smile

Reject regret and love will let
your heart rest all the while

Excuse the ruse when others choose
to cut your place in line

Cause we can see clear past the ‘me’
and the spot we’ve got’s just fine.