The melody It comforts Soothes and brings peace beyond all understanding Release tension,tightness Sing! Might of the muse Power to delight Inspire the instrument Play not by sight Use the melody From memory No enemy conspire Against the comfort Of the one With the music…
Category: Marathon Poem
A strange feeling inside Butterflies fluttering A bubble of joy floating A breeze of happiness Rustling my hair My hands in the air A smile on my lips Filling me with joy You know why? Why the world feels So beautiful? Because I, I let…
Gentlemen’s Quarterly
In the pavilion, there are many people All new faces but without the new smell I want to reach across and grab someone and say hello and know them But in the end, I know I will just walk past all of you without a…
Hour 7: Drag
Drag Bluegrass reminds me of a shit town Worse than dirt You can drag your dreams up north on a bus They won’t come back From a place so shattered It’s lonely out there once you hit the road The stars look on and…
Stained Bridge
I shouldn’t have crossed that bridge to your house I knew you wouldn’t leave her for me Even though it’s my nectar stained on your sheets I shouldn’t have crossed that line but all I heard was fire Pop! Pop! My life on the line…
Hour 7 – Resurrection Fern
In our days we will live like our ghosts will live Then let us get to work not in the service of squealing like iron and steel on train tracks trundling bodies like product from one place to another like cheap plastics replaceable …
Three Dots
Three Dots, Then nothing. I wait for days But no word. I’m ghosted, I think. Maybe, I said the wrong thing To you. Hurting you In some way, Too stubborn to say what you need me to say. Three dots, And we are done. Forever,…
Mental Electronics
My brain is a sparking live wire While at rest, the wires stay still Thunder clap The wires scratch and shower me in sparks Car horn They brush each other and sparks sting my skin Car door Neighbor’s door Sudden loud noise The shock knocks…
Nada
Thinking about nada, liberating my mind- what a wonderful sensation! The sky is blue, birds sing freely, it’s nice to do nothing except listening to them!
Hour 7
I lie admiring your vulnerability Like the fresh pink skin under a scab How you wrap yourself in it And become stronger More beautiful The places where you’ve stitched yourself together Allow light to escape