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It’s been cold and blue I watched the red flow back Hours after the sun cracked The horizon with colors of varied hue Didn’t you notice? I just left it lying there Blue as ice, blue as the sky, Blue as lost held breaths I just left it there Glassy hazed orbs tore a bit…
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Morning has risen And you are there Next to me In my heart I woke from this slumber And noticed I’m Alone here in the dark I walked to the window And looked at the sun And see the clouds Setting on the horizon I never noticed The rains would come And be so mighty…
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Cool winter morn Under leafless trees Just thinking of the morn In this world dis-ease Fear and discomfort What is different You huddle in a consort To kill the variant In any way you can And the rest you silence Oppress in the narrow strand The real is ambivalence 52 When the moments are hollow…
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Caught in a prison Of flesh and bones Living in a world Oh, so wrong Someone turned the tables And now it’s gone I can’t see the light Or the end of the night It’s all tangled twisted And tied in knots The smile that I see Is an angry smile All I wanted to…
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I I am torn between Being or not The state of torment Continues as a knot In my throat As a large knife Racing through my brain With a pair of scissors Cutting the passion Into little obsessions Replete repeated constants Are the Inevitable compulsions Thoughts of menstruating through the grey A matter perpetuating Into…
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When I saw you walking Down the street just talking With your friend laughing It was what I saw in your eyes We did glance a moment just a moment Forever must have been just a second And the sun crashed through that horizon To light up your smile against all of heaven I watched…
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There’s not much left when the soul is bared raw To its innocence’s theft blasted into your very craw The pit of insanity and the broken Thinking ambiguity is the answer stolen From the brink the fire This time the phoenix stays down 26 November 25, 2012 When the moment arrives be present. 27 The…
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The flower has all but gone No petals left hanging on Except for the crystalline frost Clinging to the stem Like summer moss Forming the morning bud Has brushed against my hem And follows every step I weave From here to the eternal garden Of forever rows And ephemeral cleaves From the pastoral message Received…
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This is not a winter Nor am I discontent This is a cruel joke By idiots told and harshly sent I am waiting to see the down load end As I sit pondering garbage bent. November When the body and the mind Are separate and unkind Argue the gender’s refrain In the binary world of…
