Birth Mark

This short hair grew out of my neck one night
It was there and knew I could not fight
The wanting to pick it out of the mark.
It is very dark each time that it grows
Almost as if it knows what I enjoy
In order to employ my simple woes
Each time it grows, I quietly wait still
maybe to create a will to perform
that which I ask the norm to provide me
it is perhaps the dark hair which decides
me: Should I confide in time or reason?
for now is the season of desire
a lesion on my neck forms from picking
sticking to my plan has made me weary
this most unhopeful query for today
I say as I am passing without knowing
That all my daemons showing and staring
Glaring through a suspectful wound I made
And gave to this another sense, not pain.
Soon, I am very certain that this hair
Could be the curtain of my own despair
A name perhaps to travel soo far out
Yet a healthy path could not be paved grout
And if one night the hair does not grow dark
I will then search the light for other marks.

The Happy Tree

Where hath thou run to happiness?
Beneath a flat rock, in the rain?
Where hath thou flown to happiness?
A tall tree on an empty plain?
You retreat amongst the smallest sort,
A memory that comes up short
But leaves me off to find you.
For I could never keep you near,
Your speed sharper than my fear
Of having to deny you.


What binds you to the earth my friend?
A fear that like the earth you’ll end?
A spot that starts to slowly blend
with everything else left as dead

Where hath thou disappeared tonight?
I lived, and breathed and got it right
And there you were off hiding.
Inside the hollows of a wood
Outside the minds of all who could
Be weary of your sorrows.

I put you here to keep you safe
from all who could not see the same:
That happiness for no one waits
For it was always ours to claim.

I'm trying some new things...in life and poetry. I've begun a new stage of clarity, however, I am still perplexed by every aspect of the world.

In Your Imagination


I fell in love today,
To find it wasn’t real
I felt a thorn today
To find I could not feel
I won a prize today
To learn that it was fake
I got up and said some words today
To later claim they were mistake.

I saw a face today
To watch it disappear
I had a thought today
But it’s reason was unclear

I had a child today
but a child is was not
A burden, body, thoughtless life
With birth begins to rot

I hate myself today
But myself is not to blame
Waste, lust and false belief
Each equally lay claim.

I fell in love today,
A thought of musk and wine
A cut across my skin
A wept creek of my blood
A sweet remark of attraction
An unattended limb goes unnourished
And dies.

Impossible to win a competition
The road has not been paved
The margins are not defined
The players are not prepared
The game is all imagined

Written for a dear friend, whom experienced a great loss

Today


Today the earth wakes up in pain,
and weeps beneath the sky.
Storm clouds shrink into relief
of great tears they must cry.

For all hearts that are drenched in sorrow,
drowning without sound.
lost in knowing it will rain tomorrow,
as all hope goes unfound.

Today the earth wakes up in pain,
the same as days before
While moonlight rakes in murky seas,
with sand prints from the shore.
Afloat beyond the darkened wave
you sail amongst your doubt,
seeking some truth in the deep unknown,
of which truth goes without.

Today the earth will wake again,
somberly weak and bruised.
It is this day we longed for when
we faced those days we lose.

Today, while the earth stands scarred
from old wounds that remain
Dark skies break and drift apart
letting light through again.


Tomorrow when sun soothes that day
so yesterday can mend,
it remembers how the world once stopped
and wept with you, my friend.

Digging Up Old Stuff...

The Reaper

Today the reaper came to see
What this world had left of me
After pity, pause and self degrade

There was little left repaid