Why do we desire beauty
that is not ours to possess?
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
Lurking Killer
Slipping in the shower
Landing on my back
I laugh and
Wonder how long
The shower has been
Planning this attack
Landing on my back
I laugh and
Wonder how long
The shower has been
Planning this attack
Use
These words are useless
They know nothing of life
They are tools without lives of their own
Blunt instruments-
That is what they are,
Exposing the strength of my thoughts
and the limits of what I currently am.
Perhaps, these words are more useful
than I had considered.
They know nothing of life
They are tools without lives of their own
Blunt instruments-
That is what they are,
Exposing the strength of my thoughts
and the limits of what I currently am.
Perhaps, these words are more useful
than I had considered.
Consumption
When did we first learn to devour flesh?
How did we listen to the voice urging
us to take a life to sustain our own?
Has God feasted on flesh?
Is our nature cast in His image?
We consume life, in turn,
We are consumed by it.
How did we listen to the voice urging
us to take a life to sustain our own?
Has God feasted on flesh?
Is our nature cast in His image?
We consume life, in turn,
We are consumed by it.
The Impossible
We grow impatient with the inability of life
to astound us on demand.
Once astounded, we wish to experience
the same delight, only to diminish it
with repetition. Some things can only
happen once. Some of us never learn
that lesson. Some of us have, yet,
we still expect the impossible.
to astound us on demand.
Once astounded, we wish to experience
the same delight, only to diminish it
with repetition. Some things can only
happen once. Some of us never learn
that lesson. Some of us have, yet,
we still expect the impossible.
Ant
an ant wanders across the screen
defying me and gravity
I can not imagine the ability
to walk across a wall with ease
the ant has gone
walked off with casual disinterest
this record remains
of it's miraculous nature
defying me and gravity
I can not imagine the ability
to walk across a wall with ease
the ant has gone
walked off with casual disinterest
this record remains
of it's miraculous nature
Urgency
The knocking and ringing has been going on
for minutes. It's far too early in the morning to
do anything. I don't want to get up. The knocking
stops. My phone rings. I stare at it. Reluctantly,
I pick it up, wait for the dispersal of urgency.
for minutes. It's far too early in the morning to
do anything. I don't want to get up. The knocking
stops. My phone rings. I stare at it. Reluctantly,
I pick it up, wait for the dispersal of urgency.
Curves and Angles
I cannot remember most of my life
even though I lived it.
Memories have been relegated
to the dusty storage units
in the far corners of my mind.
Why must my mind have corners
when my mind resides in the
curved confines of my skull?
Perhaps memories bounce around
until they touch the appropriate lobe
when they are needed. I still can't
remember most of my life,
but up to now, that hasn't been
much of a problem.
even though I lived it.
Memories have been relegated
to the dusty storage units
in the far corners of my mind.
Why must my mind have corners
when my mind resides in the
curved confines of my skull?
Perhaps memories bounce around
until they touch the appropriate lobe
when they are needed. I still can't
remember most of my life,
but up to now, that hasn't been
much of a problem.
First Actions
Our first act in life is to cry,
Our second is to trust.
Our lives are continuations
Of both.
Our second is to trust.
Our lives are continuations
Of both.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
On Creating
Feel free to stare at the emptiness as long as you need to.
You will turn away in frustration or gaze upon it in wonder
if there is something that needs to be said.
After the End
I walk down empty streets
looking for you and find only wind.
Afternoon sun burns my skin.
Nothing new in this dead land.
If I found you would you recognize me?
Gaunt face and weather worn skin,
aged remnants of the young man
I used to be.
Rays of light beam into my mind,
Irises constrict to a needlepoint,
Burning away a landscape
as dead as my inner life.
Aching joints give and break.
I can feel the ants on my skin.
Such small feet pacing over me,
Mandibles tear into my flesh.
Waiting for sunset.
Waiting for sunset.
Nothing left.
Only this.
Learning at the Beach
If you wish to learn about yourself spend as much time
as you can alone at the beach.
Do not take anything with you that will distract you
from your surroundings.
Do plan on listening to the subtleties of the waves as
they come in.
Make sure to let the water touch your feet and splash
your clothes.
Do not set a time when you must leave. Let the moment
decide for you.
If possible, stay and watch the sunset. You will never
be disappointed.
If a dead seal washes onto the shore, take a moment
to observe it's form.
Don't forget to take a sweater in the early evening.
Before you leave, turn around for a final look,
remember that moment forever.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Potential Song Lyric
If you called me by name
would I recognize your voice?
I don't know. I don't know.
would I recognize your voice?
I don't know. I don't know.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Once Upon A Time
You were so small as to be completely helpless.
You were small enough to fit snugly in the arms of
your Mother and Father. They held you and were in awe
of your complete lack of ability. You were practically strangers
but they loved you more deeply than anyone else in their lives.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you could not yet speak, but that did not
stop your parents and family from deciphering each cry, gurgle,
and coo. You began to learn this tongue through the kindness of touch
and bodily warmth. You knew what love was before you knew the word.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you led a carefree and blameless life where
every need was anticipated and provided for. Your cries were a source
of concern before you had anything to be concerned about.
Once upon a time
You were so small as to be able to swim in your Mother's belly and
hear her heart beat while her blood pulsed through you.
Once upon a time
You were so small your hand could only wrap around one adult finger.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you could not walk, you couldn't even sit.
You were so small that accomplishing each was momentous.
Once upon a time
You were so small, words could not take flight from your tongue,
they merely sat on the runway while mind, throat, and tongue
learned to coordinate their efforts for a mutual good.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you did not know of oceans, sky, wind,
but when you grew to know them you grew to love the vastness
of the world as you stood on the beach while the wind shaped clouds
into abstract paintings hued in the pastels of a fading sun.
Once upon a time
You were so small that your body began to grow and find it's place
among people. You grew taller and wider, more confident
and amazed. You grew so much that you met another person
and together made someone new. When they were born
you remembered how small you had once been.
You were small enough to fit snugly in the arms of
your Mother and Father. They held you and were in awe
of your complete lack of ability. You were practically strangers
but they loved you more deeply than anyone else in their lives.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you could not yet speak, but that did not
stop your parents and family from deciphering each cry, gurgle,
and coo. You began to learn this tongue through the kindness of touch
and bodily warmth. You knew what love was before you knew the word.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you led a carefree and blameless life where
every need was anticipated and provided for. Your cries were a source
of concern before you had anything to be concerned about.
Once upon a time
You were so small as to be able to swim in your Mother's belly and
hear her heart beat while her blood pulsed through you.
Once upon a time
You were so small your hand could only wrap around one adult finger.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you could not walk, you couldn't even sit.
You were so small that accomplishing each was momentous.
Once upon a time
You were so small, words could not take flight from your tongue,
they merely sat on the runway while mind, throat, and tongue
learned to coordinate their efforts for a mutual good.
Once upon a time
You were so small that you did not know of oceans, sky, wind,
but when you grew to know them you grew to love the vastness
of the world as you stood on the beach while the wind shaped clouds
into abstract paintings hued in the pastels of a fading sun.
Once upon a time
You were so small that your body began to grow and find it's place
among people. You grew taller and wider, more confident
and amazed. You grew so much that you met another person
and together made someone new. When they were born
you remembered how small you had once been.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Kiss Me Like A Dreamer
Love is more than the sum of lips and spit,
of sweat and passion.
If I said to you, kiss me like a dreamer,
Would you understand?
Would anything have to be explained?
Could we hold an unspoken understanding
and build a world from there?
of sweat and passion.
If I said to you, kiss me like a dreamer,
Would you understand?
Would anything have to be explained?
Could we hold an unspoken understanding
and build a world from there?
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Dear Sunset
Must you be so predictable in your beauty?
Do you realize how common your
incomparable pastels are to us
as darkness seeps into the sky?
Get out of your rut -
surprise yourself, and us, sometime.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Random Post
The Sky will speak through me
in gulps of breath
while Water
soaks my flesh and feeds my life.
__________
My kindness has been cruel to me.
__________
in gulps of breath
while Water
soaks my flesh and feeds my life.
__________
My kindness has been cruel to me.
__________
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Spectator Without A Sport
Must we insist on peering through windows
others have forgotten to close?
Time and time again we look, if only
for a moment, as hearts and lives
unravel like a garment worn and loved
for too long. It's cold inside
and the breeze chills my skin. If you could
see me alone in my room
what would you make of me?
If I could see you alone tonight
with tears streaking your face
what conclusion could I draw?
Close the window before moonlight
touches your skin again.
others have forgotten to close?
Time and time again we look, if only
for a moment, as hearts and lives
unravel like a garment worn and loved
for too long. It's cold inside
and the breeze chills my skin. If you could
see me alone in my room
what would you make of me?
If I could see you alone tonight
with tears streaking your face
what conclusion could I draw?
Close the window before moonlight
touches your skin again.
Bookends
In the beginning...
there was the word.
At the end...
there was nothing,
not even the word.
When nothing came to pass
there was no one to know
or comment on the complete
absence of anything.
It was as it had been long before
dawns of any kind existed.
In the stillness of the end
there was no sound,
only the faint possibility
of possibility .
there was the word.
At the end...
there was nothing,
not even the word.
When nothing came to pass
there was no one to know
or comment on the complete
absence of anything.
It was as it had been long before
dawns of any kind existed.
In the stillness of the end
there was no sound,
only the faint possibility
of possibility .
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