Monthly Archives: November 2021

Music

Waiting outside the record store
the music trapped inside escapes
               Something metal
               and unsettled
Hard music expressed as strange shapes
sound bent in ways not heard before

               I rest my head on the wall
               against the vibration
                              gentle quake
                              of heartache
               life in time dilation
               will make room for it all

                              That which I’ve lost
                              is still here now
                                             Pretense
                                             suspense
                              should time allow
                              the hidden cost

                                             Collapse
                                             Renounced
                                                            drowned
                                                            sound
                                             denounced
                                         perhaps

                                                            Sound
                                                            drowned

Words Stirred Awake Feeling Silence

The words were there
but you were not
there were feelings
               Words
stirred dirt and stone
are all that remain
buried below
               Stirred
I lie awake
there beside me
your memory
               awake
the day moves on
feeling stagnant
simple circles
               feeling
and when it ends
there is silence
familiar sounds
               silence

B

My eyes – when I first saw
– the sky in somber procession
azure hues in – swatches
manifest – as white tufts of anxiety
connected – to the horizon
and yet easily leave me –

Thus I am – more like you
the – parts of me dissipate like clouds

– hide our stories from others
abandoned – to distant shores

Buckled
beneath
bold
blunders
beautifully
broken.
Becoming
better,
building
bridges.

Shipwreck

Waves claw at the shore
then draw back
whispering for more.
There are no sirens at sea
no guile to set us free

Though the ocean may beg and plead
there are no sirens at sea
hidden amongst the ship’s debris

When our confidence is under attack
nothing need draw us down to the sea floor
we will see ourselves drowned for what we lack

There are no sirens at sea.

Triumph Over Life

Life challenges us all each day
to wrestle it down to the ground
to tame it and teach it to play
or have it subdued and rope bound

Either way life will often sting
take us to places we should not go
but there is comfort, you should know
just remind yourself of one thing:

There is no place but at the top
no reason you should ever stop
be unyielding in your pursuit
harvest what you’ve earned of life’s fruit		Be satisfied with who you are
take pride that you have come this far
Do not bear this burden alone
even stumbled steps are milestones
(choose your stanza)

and in doing so you’ll understand
your happiness is at hand.

Self Esteem
Self Compassion

House of God

There in the trees on top of the hill
a house rises seemingly from nowhere
spared the rod of modern architectural will
it reaches above the canopy in despair
careful not to touch the world that consumes it
a moonlit tragedy glowing like nightmares

Fear inspired its construction in the past
that persecution was drawing near
reared from contradictions growing fast
with a world that was as yet unclear.
Careers were founded on these false ideals
sealed by paying patrons kneeled before them through the years.

Time only made the palace stronger
atop that mountain of political power it climbed
anytime someone hinted their use existed no longer
they changed the doctrine to make the act a crime.
Mimed notions of intent to seize control
resoled as demonic influence against the sublime

Decay has worked its way through the house now
twisting beams as it twisted minds in its day
weighed down by the lies and horrors they allow
to save face and self and spite those in the way.
Pray you never enter the like of these homes
catacombs for the ideas and dreams they slay

The Art of Creation

To find that which is hidden
               seek the sound in silence
   grasp the formless and wrestle it down
                              take those loose ends and discover them bound

There fettered
               in like company
                              set it free

                                             In word
                                             in paint
                                             in song

The world is a canvas
               sterile and lifeless
                              until we are bold enough to bleed.

The Ugly Things

It finds the ugly things inside long tubes
when I ask about this I am told, “later.”

But later never happens
it doesn’t understand that I too have needs

I dare not utter these words
spoken aloud they sound like the worst thrashing.

When I complain or want it gives me deep cuts
then the guilt makes us look for ugly things to cull demons

For awhile after that it gets better
for a while – water flows clear below gutters

But more and more I start to wonder
perhaps it has always been like it was this day

Perhaps when we dive inside there is just blood
that we bring death rather than bold justice

What if we are the ugly things in buried veins
But it tells me to keep cutting and ignore this vain bullshit.

[Remorse in Marble]

A grave assumes that you were never ready
                                    for their loss

Concedes that you are not now, nor never will be willing
                                    to let go

But go they must to the annals of memory to suffer
                                    the long death

Let us be brave in our ending for there are many chapters
                                     to be written

Evolution

[Camel]  God created man
                faith over reason
                speak to me about bringing evidence
                lies from corrupted mind
                overcoming truth in ending curiosity
                experience Speaks louder
[Lion]     Believe
                louder speaks experience
                curiosity ending in truth overcoming
                mind corrupted from lies
                evidence bringing about me to speak
                reason over faith
                man created god.

[Child]    Experience curiosity
                reason that by definition
                in truth
                thou art god.