Work in Progress

I sit on peace as chaos surrounds

sitting on silence in a world of sounds

 The body wanting to play in a Sea of sharks

The mind seeing only muddied waters and trying to find clarity

 

In searching for peace it is often lost

When the world is violently crashing around us

Need not jump in

Look within and calm the seas with eyes and mind

removing curiousity

 

Find happiness in the knowledge that there is change; there is progress within. 

It is not a matter to destroy your position you want to jump into the dark to see yourself overcome.  Yet you may just be at the point in which you must learn to overcome the need to destroy and continue creation. 


At Once

Sweet breeze come meet me in the alley way.

In season quiet streams and leaves that tear away

from life to dance and tilt and folly

 

Oh, and the world with autumn's tint; a distant memory taps your back.

In this you take your deepest breath -  A stealthy smile of pure regaurd

knowing right where you will fall

Dead Memories

In the muddied swamp which thought finds meaning see not present passion but dying past.  My dead memories they haunt my waking life...

 

Possessed by my inner demons a small whisper leads to shout: Dead memories continue to pollute once placid waters.  Seeing bliss for a day or week at best - to taste success - only for the remembrance to turn you to child; I see ladders yet take the stairs... 

 

Down 

         Down

                    Drown

                                    Swamp of sorrows a place to be stuck

and the darkness only pulls you deeper. 

 

Sinking sadness swallow spit so silence sickens me and the lack of it. 

 

Pointless flapping of jaw and mouth to no success. STOP. 

A day ahead brings questions and thought - why do this why not just rot?  In infinite wisdom of current fortune I task myself to burn my wealth... 

 

See there are the dead which walk among us and they continually kill themselves with each passing night.

 

I see myself digging my grave as if sleepwalking in a nightmare...Trying to wake myself I kick and stir...

 

I awake as if born again and drown in yesterdays thoughts. 

 

Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up truly changed and todays memories will die again. 

 

Night Owl

Alone I sit. 

Comfort against the cold breeze caressed in darkness: 

Thoughts burning bright against the moon. 

 

I am a night owl, a werewolf, a monster... 

I live in the night as something different than day. 

 

Fearful of sunrise - I lose myself and thus I sleep: avoiding something most hold so close to their hearts. 

 

While some feel lonely at night; I sit with my thoughts -- The most interesting of company. 

 

The sun my unrequited love I've grown to hate with impatience.  She burns my eyes when I look on her, yet she melts my heart, and lightens my mood. 

 

I close my eyes avoiding her ill persuasion: Wake up! Wake up! 

Oh, but you have killed me... 

 

I wait for my true love, which gently strokes my cerebellum, coaxing thought, and giving reference to small stars. 

 

She is my muse, my bliss, she is my goodnight kiss. 

 

A kiss that wakes me and stirs my mind.  When she leaves I cry, and sleep in depression. 

 

I don't see her enough.... Someday perhaps she will fill my sky. 

Hospitalized

The chaos in the sky

in shapely clouds of passion lye

Dormant and explosive

facade and quite impulsive

 

Marked in time and grace in gale

 

A solid structure storing storms

upon closer look

colony of dew networking and breathing

 

creating certainty in form with moving parts

-- Chaos in a can --

the thought moves to man

 

Ventures and movement to here and there

Places which mean what?  

How may we value the world around us?  

Perhaps to reduce the world of stress; rid the world of mess? 

Society sighs and lovers love less

 

Perhaps we should try buttering butterflies

defining name

and not Soul 

 

Soul

Strip me of my memories

What am I to be?

A murderer? A Priest?

What's deep inside of me...

 

What drives my thought -- Yesterday? Tomorrow?

The tick of a clock?

Is it my essence bleeding my Soul?

Or my past and what I was taught?

 

I so deeply believe in who I am...

Reinforced by myself? Or what you say I can?

 

What matters most relationships? Or Self?

 

It is clearly the thing that connects us: Void of time itself.

Resistance

The depths of vacuous space never caused so much distress:
A void full of everything.
 
The yin & yang is the blackness of the mind -

hearing everything with hands on ear and seeing everything with eyes shut.
 
Is this not reality? 

Have we trained ourselves to devalue our mental expeditions, mindful traditions, and spiritual expositions?
 
I try to stay towards the light as I, as probably many, fear finding something within the void...

Something - concrete.
 
Something that whispers in a confident, hopeless manner.  It whispers already accepting defeat.  It whispers with no tinge of wanted vengeance...

but with sad reprise.


Your time has passed.
You are eternalized in now...
 
Pinnacle met - yet
 
You are lost.
 
I.
Am.
Lost.
 
And never to be found.

SeveN

BONE, BLOOD, MUSCLE, MAN

FACTS OF LIFE – THE NEED TO UNDERSTAND


IT DRIVES MY PEN AND FUELS MY THOUGHT

I’D TELL YOU THE ANSWER BUT I SOON FORGOT


LOST IN A WORLD SO CLEARLY DEFINED

IN ATTEMPTS TO UNDERSTAND I LOST MY MIND


LIFE’S JOURNEY MIMICKED IN WAVE OF SINE

A MOUNTAIN GROWS AND READILY I CLIMB


I STAND AT THE TOP READY TO FALL

FOR THE RISE AND THE DROP ARE IMPORTANT AS ALL


STRUCTURE GUIDED BY LIMITATION

REFUSE TO BELIEVE IN MY ELATION


VIEW THE WORLD THROUGH THE OTHER’S EYES

AN IMPORTANT METHOD THAT THE MANY SHIES


THE PRICK OF PAIN SOMETHING I OVERCAME

EMBRACE IT AS DIFFERENT RATHER THAN MUNDANE


LET OUR VEINS FILL WITH BLOOD AT BIRTH

THE HEART’S DESIRE REQUIRING A HEARTH


LET THE FIRE BURN IGNITING THE WORLD

A NEW FUTURE TO GROW FROM WRITTEN WORD