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

Is there more? I'd like to know...

Evolution of the Afterlife

I must be more than blood
And skin
A thin vale over fat
More than ligamented joints combined
I must be more than that
A brain is more than synapses
Nerves sending out a code
When the heart stops
And each vein collapses
Do all my thoughts erode?

Am I more than primal instinct?
A drive to mate and live?
If I need more than life and love
More than DNA can give?

Are we too complex to comprehend
How non-complex we are?

How simple is the heart and brilliance
Born from a massive star?

I dreamt that I was living on the edge of a cliff in a..

A glass box on a steep drop
With an ocean flowing down
No sound or sleep box
nothing all around
Air, sand and salt sea
Bareness on the rise
Clearness in the eyes be
Like fare judging skies

...

Sleep

There is no better sleep than death
No more proper cause for night
A dream that ends abruptly
Cannot flourish in the light

I have feet issues...

Ingrown


This toe is bulbous
Sore and white

Should I remove
A corner of nail
Tonight?!

What joy is extraction!
Of puss and pain
The tenderness lingers
To harden again..

Deep perennial nerve punctured
By sharpened tacks
Scraped down to the nail bed
Some stays in the cracks

Covered by puss blood
The momentum increased
Yanked along with the skin
The sharp edge released

Moist with a green tinge
From infected flesh
The cavity sits hollow
Exposed pinky fresh

Sensitive to the touch
A dull throbbing occurs

Much like the night time
When a stabbing day stirs..