For Jewel

Time marks us so gradually
that we scarcely notice
the change it leaves upon us.

I am aware of my mortality.
I know the ceaseless march of
days will in fact end.

Inevitable. Inescapable.
How many ways are
there to state this?

My niece is no longer an infant.
She is beginning to walk
and use the simplest of language.

There are gray hairs colonizing
my beard. The settlement is
becoming a small village.

How much longer until the village
becomes a city? How much longer
until my niece calls me by name?

Our old dog grows older.
Should I envy her natural ignorance?
I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

Freewrite 5/22/16

I have to let the words flow like the drinks poured down my throat. Words must become as fluid as conscious thought. There is no cessation to language, to the firing of neurons through cerebral synapses. Memory and action, thought elevated to art and science, or brought down from Olympus and dragged into the dirt of our uncleanliness. We are no better than our primal ancestors, though, the veneer of culture and civilization makes us believe so. We are still subject to the process of belief. To belief in forces much greater than ourselves. This is no mistake. Nature is truly the only primal force we must account for. Everything else is artificial. Money, economy, politics, religion…these are all creations of ourselves. We cannot surrender these illusions without losing a perceived part of ourselves. 

Gauzy haze of thought

Passing sounds of passion

Flirting with the ethereal eternal

We submit to corporeal limitations

Please Remember...

Never forget the joy found within. 

Never forget the peace of solitude. 

Define yourself and only worry about 

meeting your own standards. 

Society can get fucked. 

Honor the self you know to be true. 

I let my ghosts haunt me 
at their leisure. 

You Are Worth Saving

There is something worth saving 

within all of us. It is not up to us 

to judge what that is, merely to 

know it yet resides and must be 

given the chance to thrive. 

Foolish solutions to existential problems. 

Wasted spoiled children

Of a decadent and dying empire.

We mistake opportunity for divine favor.

We do not recognize the blind luck

That befalls us all on occasion. 

This life spent
Standing in waiting.

Q&A

Am I disappointed in myself?

I don’t have to answer that.

I know what I would say

If I had the courage to mouth

The words to you.

A Pleasurable Prison

Inevitable coronation

that was anything but

though hardly anyone

could see

the room for chance

and circumstance

We Can Be

What there is

What there isn't

Everything in absence

Everything present

A representation

of abstract consciousness

These words

You and I

Apart

Yet together

Her Name Is Beauty

There is beauty that haunts me,
eludes me

but runs ragged through my thoughts
and I am helpless

as it runs over me.

I pull water from the well of delusion
and drink and bathe from it.

I tell myself
this is how it is,

this is how it must be.
I know, I realize

this is a choice
and these choices

can only last
for as long as we wish

them to be.

Beyond Reason & Sense

A bottle of Gin isn't always the answer
but it is just enough to calm
the doubts and insecurity
of a day gone on too long.

Begin at the beach. Imagine
praying to the waves. Can the Ocean
hear your prayers or are you lost
in the steady static of it's voice?

My blood is warm and my thoughts
have filled with hydrogen. Await
a spark to set the blaze to the beach.

Flames dance in the evening air
as we descend to a world beyond
reason and sense.

Distortions & Perception 

What happens to a society
When you remove it's future?

In Search Of

My happiness is a fleeting thing content
to land on my shoulder from time to time.

I do not shoo it away as it rests upon me.
It sits and looks this way and that.

Often I wonder what it can see that I cannot.
When it takes flight I watch it into the distance

and wonder where it goes, what it sees.
Sitting, waiting, I cannot let idleness overcome me.

There is time yet to put on shoes
to walk beneathe the sun,

to wander under moonlight.

More Time

Give yourself more time.
As the years go by
this will make more sense
become more urgent.
Give yourself more time.

The God Question

When was the last time you asked God for anything?

What did He say?

Did He give you the cold shoulder?

How can a shoulder be cold if attached to something living?

God, I hope you're not angry

but I've not been good

though I most certainly try.

How could you make me so imperfect?

What does that say about you? Our relationship?

I am not here to criticize.

I just want you to know how I feel.

How often have you felt disappointment in us

your children?

It's ok to feel like this whatever that feeling may be.

We have missed you.

It it true? I don't know.

Words are only words and nothing more.

Just black text on a page

making promises and saying things

of dubious truth.

And here

And now
And when
And if
And maybe
And possibility
And probability
And unlikeliness
And love
And fleetingness
And impermanence
And permanence
And illusion
And perspective
And wisdom
And laughter
And tears
And warmth
And coldness
And time
And passing
And knowing
And knowing
And realizing
And seeing
And it
And being
And ok
And it's
        ok

Incarnation

Begin and end-

Simple enough to say.


End and begin-

Being and beginning


How many lives

are we destined for

on this world?


If I were not human

I would wish to be

a young sapling

growing steadily

in the ground.


I would relish the sun

and caresses of the wind.


I would drink thirstily

from my roots and

grow until I could

provide shade

beneathe my branches.


Music reaches my ears

as my hand rests upon my chin.

I think of something and

then nothing at all.

Answers are useless without 
knowing the right question.