I passed through those dead fields of ash and gray,
To find a tall tree split, sullen and breached.
Figures around it in sulfur stone prayed,
As if words of faith this oak had just preached.
I approached slowly, not sure what I’d find.
My belabored steps sank into the mud,
And as I moved a void was left behind
That shortly after would well up with blood.
Suddenly, I was pierced by a loud voice;
One I knew to be the tree inside me.
“I offer you now, friend, a simple choice;
Leave now, forget, and forever be free.
Stay, and I will bring all things to an end.”
From madness, to this. I braved to ascend.
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Anxiety
The wind, it whispers, “something is wrong,”
Lest it grow and drive the lot of us mad,
I beg you, drown it out with song.
Though this may be a place you feel you belong,
Weighted with countless reasons to be glad,
The wind, it whispers, “Something is wrong.”
To ensure your days may yet be long,
and without those events that leave us sad
I beg you, drown it out with song.
Cuts down the most jubilated throng
Turns the best of days sour and bad
The wind, it whispers, “something is wrong.”
From the weakest weak, to the strongest of the strong,
Don’t allow your armor to go unclad,
I beg you, drown it out with song.
Though some seem to just go along,
Many have lost all they had.
The wind, it whispers, something is wrong,
I beg you, drown it out with song.
Wind
A field of flowers
One stands taller than the rest
The wind blows them all.
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.
Grow Gray With Me 