you weave a sickly web
I was just a little fly
you beckoned me in and wrapped me up
and left me there to die
i know that you are blind
and truly so was I
your sticky threads were glistening
but they were just a lie
my body perished, but I've been reborn
and now I see you clear
small predator, you'll scuttle
when I'm the one to fear
you've a spool and cunning mind
and patience lasting years
but I've got eyes, a sharper mind,
and no more time for tears
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
I am water. And you a salt. You see me clear and crystal, flowing and deep. You dissolve yourself in me. I flow on, with you, indistinguishable, but for a slight haze and the weight you bear me. But I remain untethered; the day is inevitable that I distill myself from you, you, a granular residue, clear, crystal. Stationary. I float away to join the clouds, but never clearer, never lighter, my essence untarnished.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
I bind to you like carbon,
but you are like the electron, neither here nor there...
The molecule never forms.
We fall back into our elemental essences--
This was not the first time; we have touched before,
but we are not like the building blocks of life clashing into one another until from lifelessness life springs.
No, we are like sagittal and transverse planes
At odds with one another's dimensional cues.
Yet our lines are bound to cross, as all dimensions intersect.
I get stuck in these corners we form,
but there are no corners in the Universe.
When I see this I am free of you
I pass through you like light through clear crystal,
suddenly aware of my dimension--
All the parallel fibers of timespace around me...
Together we travel into eternity.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
I am Death.
You fear me for
I promote thee, be differently
I show what is beneath
Thy soul, unto another I bequeath
And for those who linger here
I come to diminish what thou holdest dear
See not what was that is no more
For each thing I take I leave a spore
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Everything that was is on its way to dust
Like bones when we are gone
Our venues will remain
Shadows of life, of motion
Silent, halted.
And who to watch the dust settle?
But no one at all.
Everything that was is on its way to dust
Like a saintly veil
Dust goes where love was not
A reminder of neglect
Shadow of distraction
And who to watch the dust’s delicate descent?
But no one at all.
Everything that was is on its way to dust
Pantheons and pools, theaters and halls
Silent, empty.
And who to know the dust fell?
Who to reflect?
Except the shadows of the fallen
And no one at all.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
I am an idea.
A mountain of thought, atop which
a peak glistens
afar, in the light
of the ever-rising, ever-setting sun
You would think I was royalty--
King of the Mountains
and a kingdom of rich valleys in my midst
But that is an idea,
and I, no more than that.
Realized, I am a river, running
from the King's lonely heart
Twisting away from him
Through and into distant lands, until
utter desolation.
Then, I am not.
For there, is naught.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
In your world there are magnetic lines that draw your needle North. Polaris and the Great Bear guide you home from clear moonlit skies, so that you may stumble into your hearth at night. I was told that in my heart was a compass rose, with a needle like yours, pointed and true. But my directions are undifferentiated. Ursa hides behind dark clouds and the magnetosphere is interrupted by the fiercest of solar winds. The needle fights to find North caught in an endless loop. The way home is unknown. But somewhere I know you are waiting for me to arrive, for the storms to pass. You would wait a thousand years. And though my compass is broken, I am reaching out my arms to find my way through the brush. And someday I will find you.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
He walks through the forest
quick, deliberate
following the horizon, hurrying towards it
though it remains, always in the distance
his eyes are glazed with sadness
though sharp
even in darkness where he thrives
they miss nothing
not the sparrows or the doves
that he has paused to admire along the way
nor the coyote
who watches him at night, keeping his distance
he is accustomed to the sounds of the forest
he has learned them
as he has learned the paths
carved by those who walked before him
fueled by his certainty, he is in motion.
he was in motion.
once there was a flutter of wings
and a flash of color
sudden and vivid, unexpected.
it came from deep in the trees
and then, a sound.
it was a most beautiful song
sweet, alluring
the song of a gentle creature
but he turned away
he had always kept the depths of the forest at bay
he feared it.
yet he could not escape her song
her music filled the forest now
and he stopped.
this was no ordinary bird
he must find her
for the first time he left the path
into the trees,
into absolute darkness
stumbling, grasping
he tried to turn back.
it wasn't the right time
the horizon seemed so close.
but he was lost.
the creature's song became closer
sweeter, more enchanting
it was her.
it was the one.
she came into view at last
with feathers of pink and blue
the loveliest shades.
they were long at the tail
delicate, soft
seated with the most innocent eyes
yet there was an unspoken strength about her
it was threatening to him
mysterious
he had not encountered such a duality
"come, little bird" he said
and she came gladly
she perched upon his shoulder, chirping happily
then she flew,
one tree to the next
and he followed her
to worlds unknown.
she showed him waterfalls
and calm pools.
beautiful stones and flowers.
all the wonders of the forest.
a world of fantasy and timelessness
she was certainly the one.
he was sure of it.
he pulled out a pouch from his breast pocket.
he had always carried it
was always waiting.
it contained the finest, most delicious seeds
and he fed them to her
she grew to eat nothing else.
though she flew to him each day, he worried.
what if she flies away and never returns?
it was unbearable.
it was what kept him away all these years.
from his pack he pulled out a cage.
it was well fashioned and intricate
he filled it with his seeds.
when she flew to him, he placed her inside
she was hungry and did not resist.
though he kept feeding her, she grew to be sad.
she missed the forest
the trees,
freedom.
he talked of keeping her forever
and her heart began to die.
he felt her fear
and he feared losing her.
"If you would just let me fly amongst the trees once more, I will always visit you, everyday forever"
she pleaded.
he could not understand.
his sharpness collapsed under his fear
one day the bird no longer pleaded.
she no longer looked upon him with the same gentle eyes.
she lost her appetite for his wicked seeds
and did not hunger for them anymore.
she unleashed her strength upon the foul cage
and burst from it
angry, betrayed
how could a creature such as him find a place in the forest?
she flew away
and no longer sang, but wept quietly in the highest of trees.
down below, he wept too
but he grew angry with her.
he hated her.
she had wronged him, she left.
but he would never forget her song.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
Come,
But be silent
You are already speaking.
Listen,
But with your eyes
I’m speaking too.
In the quiet space
Between spaces
Our colors will have a dialogue
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:44 AM UTC
All along,
there have been tiny whispers.
Between dissonance and chaos
they sing to us
the quietest of songs.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC