Trailing stars, shower me in your celestial dust. Let me shimmer with pulsing light from galaxies afar. Moon, kiss my skin alabaster white. Divine set me free from gravity, let me fly into the depths of creation. I will search orbs of light, orbs of…
Tag: poetry
Void
I dream of you, your caress like the velvet touch of creation’s light. I do not know your face, nor your name… yet I feel you across the great expanse. Your silence is the deafening void before the dawn, the sweet nectar of night soothes…
On thinking
When you can’t think of what to write, just think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think…
Whole Once More
You are not invisible, though you walk in the shadows of this world. You are not alone, though you journey on your own. The heaviness in your heart is a fettered weight, anchored to the sorrows of the past and the unknowns of the future….
III. How to Boil an Egg
I’ve heard it said When a young man dies It’s as if a book’s been burned; But when an old man dies, It’s as if an entire library Has burned to the ground. For me, If the internet dies, I’ll suffer certain losses, and simple…
Hour Five: The last time I went there
The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I…
The Juke
My sorrow drifts like lingering smoke I brand myself the fool cause I fell in love with you. There’s our song playin on the juke. Hot desert days Waitin for it to play another tune. My lonely hearts been blue Come spring time glory Bring…
II. City Morning
I love waking up in the city. Just as the sun rises There is a stillness As if the day is preparing For the hurry-up, The honking horns, And the unending tide Of people in motion, Of which I will be one – But first,…
I. Sailing on the Winds of Change
My mother didn’t have apron strings for me to hold onto, She had a noose firmly fitted around my neck. I spent my life waiting for the chair beneath me to suddenly disappear. I played my role perfectly. I let her take all my money,…
No Longer Forsaken
Come, dust my eyes. Sleep I cannot find. Swallow the bitter, powdery lumps of violent truth, as night descends. Fickle favor forsaking me. Rail against ironies, injustice, isolation, self-pity. Plead my case on golden streets in vain. “Hear I am!…