A cocoon houses secrets within
horrific with ambiguity
who I was will never be again
who I become is lost in abstract
What I will be must fight its way out
find strength that had never existed
move in ways that were once unnatural
force the undefined to be exact
I feel the seams needed to break out
the walls that throttle becoming thin
a world outside waits expectantly
the time approaches when I must act
but the walls of my home breathe with doubt
the world at its end as I begin.
Muted tones
sound
an empty coffee cup
smoke stretching out in the air
peace amidst the violence
it smells like decades waiting
and feels like a tight rope frayed
thoughts accumulate
regrets dulled by time
sweetened by memories.
The sun creeps in
millions of miles away
alone in darkness
burning.
The air moves with deception
those blue skies and soft clouds
sing a sirens song only heard in the trenches;
a tune that tells us of a home
that will never again exist
buried somewhere beneath the bodies.
What semblance remained we dug away
to keep us always below the horizon.
Up there in the fresh air
terror travels on the breeze as easy as leaves
with metal wings and fire
to burn an anonymous generation.
All things are destined for the ground;
the real war is six feet below
youth running through tunnels
lamenting the tangible and intangible losses;
The death of innocence.
The death of the world they knew.
death itself.
Still, the sky is blue
the clouds are soft
they sing though it is silent
a hint at the end up there
silence
until the shells come.
Be loved now,
the world wars on regardless
living your life anyhow
Lives we live
are borrowed from time bidden
subtle sorrows that years give
Soon stolen
from beneath these broken feet
the long journey has swollen
Grieve the road
the disheveled rocks and stones
knives against the heavy load
See the trees
that line the path with their arms
embracing all the eye sees
Feel the sun
flow over you in fountains
know the place where life begun
Inside you
there exists always a choice
two voices you can pursue
Disavow
time is tentative circles
it’s enough to be loved now.
Hold on to that thought
before it slips away in the night
lest this all be forgot
When that bright light is caught
despite its erratic flight
hold on to that thought
Though the fight may leave you distraught
grip that radiance tight
lest this all be forgot
When all those wars have been fought
you’ll long for these lost delights
hold on to that thought
Though we may veer from the plot
let not the goal leave our sight
lest this all be forgot
For when finally we resign to rot
entrust those you love with this fatal plight
hold on to that thought
lest this all be forgot.
Rest beneath the firmament
pupate
a muted corona
haloed by rocks
and ephemeral colors;
hues of blue
and red invasions,
burning.
“What can you make of this?”
hunting words
desperation
Sex at the end of a species;
A thread like that pulled
will sow seeds of violence
when the deem it time for planting.
[Warning]
Settled into embrace
the soft night performing
like a moment of grace
while the world is storming.
[Caution]
The wind is a cool breeze
that finds tempers softened
sets errant minds at ease
and calms the heart often
[Beware]
Find slumber in slow thoughts
treat the days past with care
the battles you have fought
are no cause for despair
[Danger]
And once sleep settles in
blanketing your anger
you can begin again;
the whole world a stranger.
Woe to the cacophony
the soundscape that permeates
tearing through space like star shine
bludgeoning our ears bloody.
I offer my life as is
if it will give us quiet
allow the mind to slumber
the lungs to breathe easier
the eyes to rest in curtains.
The horrors beyond these lids
consume the light eagerly
ask for seconds knowingly;
there is nothing left to us.
Would that its hunger found me
and I be devoured too.
Please, nothing, take me with you;
all the peace I’ve ever known
lived only while I did not
and died as I left the womb.
There is nothing there
and it terrifies me
that emptiness
where a life should be
Moments I should cherish
in time perhaps forget
then be reminded again;
even those have been forfeit.
A place at the table set
where conversations would appear
about a life that keeps growing;
yet those meals are not here.
There is only the void
where you should be;
though you exist
it is now without me.
Grow Gray With Me 