I cannot be an untamed wind, whipping others about without a soft place to land, especially when legs are barely strong enough to stand. When you tremble in your shoes and have so much to lose, you cannot open your hands to let go or to hold on when all the silken petals are gone … Continue reading Tame the Wind
The battle for clarity in the land of projections continues its eon. Like a feline batting at red lights on the carpet, I have no need to win, but my instincts sure keep me busy chasing illusory things.I work so hard every day just to exist. It seems I can only rest alone. How long … Continue reading Mooncat
Tiny robbers everywhere I look. Maybe I should close my eyes. Distractions pull and tug like pretty lights that try to steal my mind. I want to see the colors and shine but at what cost? How much of my heart is lost? A fraction of my breath, just enough so I can’t breathe deeply. … Continue reading Quiet Hours
All the monsters in the corners of your mind come out to seek the light in my soul. They greet me with a smile when they encounter the shine, and shriek back when the core of love flares.Loveless creatures rage in the face of tenderness, aching from the contrast of softness against their exoskeletons of … Continue reading To Bare the Light
Poet's Notes: I rarely write rhyming poems, unless I'm writing song lyrics, and even then they are more loose and lyrical. This is not technically perfect rhyming or meter, I just wanted to try and express an idea this way. It's a good exercise, and sometimes the limitations of rhyme lead to more concise metaphor, or at least, to keeping one on a more defined track. Also, there is irony in this topic being expressed within the confines of an imposed 'meter', which is apropos, and somewhat amusing to my geeky brain.
He is silent in his thoughts even when I ask a question; Tall in red and denim, pensive and peering through glass and structure. I get lost outside of that box of vision; When the colors reveal themselves to him and mix with his chaos; When the lights of his life keep flashing their lumens … Continue reading The Moth
