Trip and burn spinning down
Reflected time, intoxicated failure
Life and life and life until what passes for ordinary is laughable farce
Immediate becomes false start
Want to shed this skin
Become what was when what was was of use
This chai latte safe world
Pointedly pointless
A dream I can’t wake from
Poems
On waking
Dance with me among the pines
Drink from the golden cup
All my enemies are now thine
And all my allies too
Eat with me this leaven bread
Drink with me this wine
All fears and sorrows have now fled
Before the graceful hart
Dance with us
Kindred and kine
Bound and boundary
Between Breathe and rime
Sing to us our joining
All bravely made
All dreams defied
But dreams must end
‘Ere memories fled
But, In our wake
Wisdom bind
To dream within a dream
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Slice
What sympathy of transgression
Or mortal words
Or callous rime
In fear, in symbolitry
A solipsistic jaunt
Turn, but turn, but turn
Turn and be found
So spoke, so dreamed
Found cradle
The bright lights seethe
Cauldron bound
Chaos demonstrates it’s order
Slip on by
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Ozone
Sift me from sand
Grain by grain, paint my picture
Line and curve
Stitch and blow
Until I stand complete
Awaiting the storm
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The blade is quenched
When only silence reigns
And blade long slept tend
When time passes bitter
And those long dead rise bidden
Does blade and purpose mend
Silence is the edge
Swept clear of tired path
When winter cuts
And storm does wake
So is purpose borne
So is life rebought
In form, for power
Wrought
Pushed aside young light
For you have called
And I have come
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Troubled heart
Oh troubled heart
Find love in wings and lies
Burst forth
But spare the song
Loneliness gives counsel most unwise
It drinks from Hope’s well
And says give voice
But experience speaks
Though it sees the road ahead
In treachery born, line by line
It plays the innocent
Oh troubled heart
Cast not your action to inaction
But step forth slowly
The path is long and treacherous
But all journeys worth the pain are
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Through the caul
In all my wakings,
as thought filters past dream,
I think of lovers past and future.
Of tentative kiss and hopeful touch.
Of breaking heart and building wave.
Of empty beds and too cold sheets.
This sprawl, this hope, this life.
And finally, I think of you.
And know,
Having known your embrace, your love, your touch
your dreams,
your darkness.
And know that I am worthy of love,
deep and powerful as an undertow,
having known it with you.
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Memories aggregate
Blooming as flowers under moonlight
Drifting tragedy midst snowstorm
Fallen petals swirling sweet on the frigid wind
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Drinks tonight?
The frenetic shift as humanity gears up for one last throw of the dice. One last prayer to the gods of hedonistic delight. Otherwise known as Friday night happy hour.
The work week done and the salaryman, soft and pallid beneath his suit, drinks from Lethe’s waters in the form of cheap vodka dressed up in its father’s clothes. Martini glasses, olives and onions making that Stolichnaya beautiful to weary eternally hopeful eyes.
A thrum fills the air with people throwing out energy, a little too loud, a little too free. Crutch in one hand and a all too brittle smile in the other. Tonight’s the night to have fun or lay weeping in the gutter. Caution fluttering in the wind.
Bound for pleasure, bound to forget, shackled into lives we take this escape deeper into the grave. So happy to be let loose that we slip the cuffs back on in the morning. The crushing weight of a society that neither knows nor cares. Held together by people dreaming in a future that’s long dead.
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I am…
I am the darkness that follows the light
The Night that swallows the day
The profane whisper that drinks down sacred exhalation
I am the shadow that extends its hand
The crack of the whip that brings pleasure
The trailing fire that wakes the timid
I am the sound scritching against your window
The terror that burrows deep
The truth at the heart of your fears
I am the step that takes you deeper
The rushing wind that heralds the fall
The snap of wings, caught air before crash
I am the winter that murders the sun
The frost that quiets the fire
The fade that swallows the world
And still…
I am not the evil that you are.
Pelgris 