Sunday, July 30, 2017

He Looks How I Feel




He looks how I feel
The remains of the ghost
Of a man whose dreams
Hang as slack
As his feet do now
Almost tracing the ground
A gentle twist
Grim, grinning chimes
Dancing through forces; uncontrolled
Uncontrollable
A resigned, ceaseless smile
Plastered, unfeeling
Permanent
Twisted under the weight
Of a world only interested
In what his last few pieces have to offer
Torn open
Laid bare

The dry limbs rattling in the wind
Settled with always-open eyes
A reminder of what we are all destined to become
A lovely future to aspire to
Stripped of the trappings of existence
Revealed inner recesses
Stripped of life and love
Where memories no longer rest
A world experienced, now snuffed
An empty cage where a heart once beat
Pinned up on display
Like a butterfly
A curious reminder
Of life lost, left
Remembered for nothing it was before
Held together
By cold pins and wires



Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Shipwrecks and Sailors


Endlessly amazed
That we can exist in the same world
Without the twisting contradictions of us
Tearing the fragile fabric
Of this uncaring universe
Adrift on tired wings
Eyes closed to the possibilities that danced around us
Like a choir of ghosts

Demons deeply entrenched
In the twisting labyrinth of a miserly mind
As impossible dragons soar overhead
And monsters stalk the edges of our hopes
Blurring the edges of a map
Clutched in sad, determined hands
We have walked in these forbidden lands
Supping on the exotic tastes
Of a life so far out of reach

Upon a desk, beside blank pages
A single candle burns brightly
Beckoning
Casting long shadows across pristine paper
The untold story an unknown adventure
With the only X marking any treasure
Carved deep across lonely hearts
So that you can know where to find me

Tomorrow lay before us
Uncharted, unknown
Faced silently, through the fear
Because there is some knowledge in us
That together, we can brave the dark places and open seas
Fearing no dragons
We set sail for new days that rise like a phoenix from the ashes
Of yesterdays that now seem so wasted and wanting
I have found solace in the maelstrom
Storms breaking overhead, as we are doomed to break upon the rocks

We brave strange times, not in spite of the monsters
But so that we can face the fears as they come
The intangible grasp of slick serendipity
Rising from the depths 
Like some great beast
Something deeper and darker
Pulling us down where we belong
Together
Like shipwrecks and sailors

Monday, July 10, 2017

Small Talk, Big World


A warm grey morning
Spent on sunny hills
Where flowers bloom in the back of a mind
Settled over a view
Distinguished by its indistinguishable nature
We met at the apex
Of the tallest hill
Exactly where we had agreed
As the Dreamscape's skies
Fluttered like butterflies
With smoke curling in pink fingers
To caress the green clouds
We walked, together
As you nursed the poison
Coursing through tired veins
Fighting what eats away at you
Like a swarm of insects
While I resigned myself to the poison
Curled like a sleeping cat
Inside my frantic mind
Clinging to normalcy
Like a child clings to their favorite toy

You took my arm then, with a smile
Apologizing for the weight
As if friendship could be a burden
We made small talk
About a big world
Or so you say
Shrouded in gentle currents of timelessness
The conversation turned to life
Or maybe books
But probably just about how much we both like cats
I did my best to ignore the elephant in the room
And you did your best to stomach my concerns
With so many unknowns
And undesirables
You sat, talking to a stranger
About missing the ocean
The smell of freedom in salt winds
The crash of surf on stoic rocks
Singing a song of a sort of freedom 
Vaguely remembered
As we did our best to ignore
The reality flooding in around us
Where we draw straws
To see which of us gets to play the optimist
And since it is your mind
I use the short straw to draw silly pictures
In the shifting sands of an old shore
Where waves crash with longing
On warm sands
Below a sunny hill
Carpeted with flowers
Where we had walked
In the back of a tired mind