Poetry

  • New Path

    Walking to the path unknown 
    I hold unto the universe I knew 
    But eventually I knew soon I have to let go 
    For every weight in my hand has to fly away

  • Go

    Over and over the ride awaits

    A carriage good and sound

    A go, to go, forego, we go

    and now the round spins!--

    tilts on it's axis no more or,

    freeform expression a painting perhaps

  • Awakening

    I am tenacious,

    I prevail.

    Though the dark void surrounds me, I ignite a fire inside and shine.

    Yet - shadows grip me in their hands.

    Flame, rage, and anger consumed, ashes I become.

  • schön

    the east is enveloped in blue dark

    the plane that carries you

    diving into the abyss 

     

    while the west appears to be engulfed in flames

    a simple view from the deck

    of a slow moving boat 

  • Those Who Live

    Acts of love are defined as any gesture, action, or behavior that shows care, affection, and kindness toward another person.

    Some big and grand

    Some small, nameless, unnoticed

  • house of dawn

    Feet in thick socks 

    Shuffle through the halls 

    And across the kitchen floor 

     

    Hands reach into cupboards 

    Rearranging and putting away

    Mugs 

    And plates

  • (she) smells like

    the bottom of drawers/that are in an old house/lined with wrapping paper/grandfather clocks/next to mahogany and peony/wet trees and moss/earthy tones/melted marshmallow/fancy perfume/that comes in a/glass bottle(s)/feather quills/ink/old books an

  • hell town

    kssh/bump/you need to/

    keep your head low/smoke and ash/

    and oil/factories and steam/with bright lights/

    dead patrol/in Hades's town/first a girl/with a red flower/then a boy/with a lyre/then a deal/then a sad/sad song.

  • Pushing

    We all push ourselves for something

    we push

              for achievement

              for recognition

              for forgiveness

  • written in noise

    i don’t seem to write much anymore.

     

    Maybe it's because at one point the music got turned up real loud,

    didn’t like the thoughts in my head,

    the noise of the world.