A field of flowers
One stands taller than the rest
The wind blows them all.
Author Archives: Brendon Behlke
Rain, Always
Water splashes, cold
Sharp sounds in the dark of night
Hollow chimes interrupted
This is the Eye Educed
The cosmos we’ve seen does not see,
Humbled as a lock without a key,
In our observations it finds value.
Subtle sights like the molecule,
Interstellar threads pierced and tooled,
Sources born and those that bid adieu.
These moments caught in aesthetic,
Harmonizing crude perspective,
Ever in beauty is the eye skewed.
Our Love, Eternal
Oblivion seems less alone,
Undermined by each new moment,
Requited, sculpted, made in stone,
Lovingly reflected over,
Ornate actualization.
Verily, this absurd drama-
Ends, but our love is not final.
Obsessive, compulsive.
Check the lock once again,
So many dangers out there;
So many dangers everywhere.
Check the lock once again.
So many dangers out there,
The whole world is against me,
Violence, disease, threats of all degree;
So many dangers out there.
The whole world is against me,
A ceaseless crashing of waves,
Carrying us all to our watery graves;
The whole world is against me.
Insomnia
Let’s not talk tonight,
Keep thoughts out of sight,
For once
Freed upon the night,
Sanity takes flight,
Left dunce
We struggle and fight,
Yet can find no light,
Bare sconce
Upon barren wall,
Where the shadows brawl,
He sees
Empires rise and fall,
Heroes great and small,
Time seized
To a careful crawl,
If the mortal call,
So please
Two Works in Tandem
Love is like a forest set to flame,
At first all consuming,
Then calm growth.
Such courage required to proclaim,
To expose our hearts like kindling,
Love is like a forest set to flame.
The passion starts blooming;
Red flowers in a field,
At first all consuming,
Swallows both.
Fertile ground,
Then calm growth.
Depression
When you are first against the wall,
There is little time to think,
Blinded, afraid, then executed.
You labor your chest to rise and fall,
Your stomach, your bowls both sink,
When you are first against the wall.
The mind is pushed to the brink,
Belabored, oppressed, and persecuted,
There is little time to think,
To realize it is yourself you’ve prosecuted,
The genuine self, innocent, now polluted,
Blinded, afraid, then executed.
Lineage
Adoration grows
Once simple things, now complex,
Then simple again.
The world made finite and small,
Then explodes beyond us all.
Contents Returned Damaged
Strange sounds and dark concepts,
Where mind and heart confer
To find a consensus
Which the senses will concur.
Perhaps the world restrained,
Will grant my mind rapport,
Bound in contradictions
No mission could restore.
What of this is danger?
Which of us is damning?
I subdue the bizarre,
While you are off dancing.
Grow Gray With Me 