My mind, as tinder to flame
My heart, as ice under rain
My body, a workhorse for gain
My eyes, blankly stare in vain.
My mind, as smouldering ash
My bones, beginning to crack
My organs, a cancerous mass
My lungs, musically gasp.
My mind, erupting from steam
My thoughts, threads without seams
My neck, an overborne beam
My hopes, turned nihilist dreams.
My mind, as tinder to flame,
My hear, trembling again
My body, soon to be slain
My mouth, a requiem prayed.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:02 PM UTC
Winter is a season
With barren limbs
Fallen leaves
Blowing winds
And frozen eaves
Winter is a season
Of greyed out skies
And barely touching suns
Cold, burning eyes
And noses on the run
Winter is a season
Where green and beauty fades
Buried ‘neath a white sheet
And it seems that for an age
Winter is all there is.
But winter is a season.
Seasons always change.
Seasons come and go
Seasons are a phase
Winter is a season.
Winter is a season
One of four, in fact
The other three are green
Winter has an icey grasp
But Spring, summer, fall -
Flowers! Bees! Warm, soft breeze!
Butterflies and normal flies,
Fruit and veggies, rain and shine!
Running, laughing, falling, playing
Kissing, hugging, gasping!
Winter is a season.
Right now I do feel cold.
I feel like I want to stay in bed
Until the day that I grow old
And no longer raise my head.
Winter is a season.
This one seems worse than most.
But if I give up now-
If i choose to let this go-
Then I miss the next.
Winter is this season.
I’ll try to stay warm while it lasts
And maybe share a blanket where I can
But I feel, coming fast,
A fresh new spring to share.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
On cloudy days
above I gaze
And wonder whence the Sun
Has deigned to go
as down below
Long, dark shadows run.
When icey breeze,
and bone-chill freeze
**** warmth and life away
I long again,
To look and then,
See dark subsumed by day.
Truth be told,
If I grow old,
And never more the sun I see,
If I be bowed,
Ne'er more allowed,
Still will I have lived free.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
The whining hum of LEDs
distract from their sneaking shadows
where pallid light
falls dimly
'round corners, walls, and vents.
White is the prescription
for walls, panels, screens
and plastic
or metal
or manufactured wood abound.
If this office were a sandwich
maybe it would be ham and cheese
but instead of ham
maybe it had tofu.
Tofu is not so bad
the taste is fine
but still
it is white
and, relatively speaking, bland.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 12:04 PM UTC
Scorpions and frogs
And drownings
Are a timeworn warning
Against trusting the cruel,
Unkind, and ignorant
Or being surprised at their nature.
I always read the parable
And faulted the frog
For trusting a scorpion.
"Never I, nay never"
I thought
And swore i would be better.
Now i look around
And i see
Im in a river together
With frogs, and scorpions
And maybe a chimera or two.
And we're all drowning.
I don't know right now
Who to blame
Or whom to turn to -
Maybe thats the problem
Or maybe
It's just my nature.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 9:54 AM UTC
There are 365 days in a year,
I want to give you every one,
But if I gave you 364,
You act like I gave you none.
Maybe I should give you more,
Even though I don't have much left to give.
Maybe if you can't take 364,
We should each find our own life to live.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:01 AM UTC
What is the smell of purple
On crashing rocks of disarray
Whose fractured life leans against
The alabaster clouds of yesterday
Crimson rides of swirling moss
The loamy roots outstretched
Burning passion intertwined
Await on bated breathe
Fiercely loyal, apathetic
Flames upon the threshing floor
Sing the songs of all who wander
While others wander nevermore
Alone we sit together holding
The branches sway within the wind
Emerald skies forever shining
And trails that turn on endless bends
You and I, together, alone
But what is alone if not for want
Turquoise flames sprinkle down
This cursed, sacred haunt.
Maybe, yes, probably so,
If, and, but, or neither,
Stop waiting and just go
Synaptic frenzy harsh and wild
Birds on maroon roads below
What is meaning more than tired
I bask in darkness's glow.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC
Silent, somber, ever pressing,
Night into my mind and thoughts
The silence leaves me second guessing,
With fear entwined and ever fraught.
Ephemeral night, in silken dressing,
Ever found, seldom sought,
The dew my skin gently caressing,
In this embrace I am caught.
To the beauty of the night
Where stars are gently hung,
And the glory of the sight
Of the void I am among,
This passing lack of sight
As the world becomes unstrung,
The song of darkness alights
As nocturnal hymns are sung:
First the cooing breath of wind,
Then the rustle of the leaves,
The whippoorwill cries again,
The dove gives her last reprieve,
The blades of grass harshly bend,
River eddies on rocky sieves,
I find myself at peace within,
Night's calming peace relieves.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC
I wish only for your touch,
To feel again whole with youth,
Once more begin our carnal truth,
That secret rite I miss so much.
I pray to feel your gentle kiss,
The blithe joy of your company,
Such deprived has left me agony,
Instead congeal in ceaseless bliss:
May time alone not break our bond,
Nor forsake our tempered vow,
In absence let us not abscond,
Love's fruition preserved til now,
What'er occur, or fate allow,
May we remain what eternity allow.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC
Behold a fire, fanning tongues
Of crimson warmth dance along
Inviting, smooth, and brightly lit
And comforting warmth emit
Her crackling warmth and light
Illuminating and bright
Darkness held at bay
Til night passes into day
Take heed that once you look
Not to touch the caressing flame
Nor fondness for warmth mistook
Lest only oneself be to blame
Whence you prudence had forsook
Ne'er be you whole again.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC