Watching the lightning, listening to thunder
Did I do the wrong or right thing
It’s got to make you wonder
What tomorrow might bring
to tear it all asunder.
Splitting our limbs and bringing the pain
Leaving us torn
We wonder why it came
But the fiercest storms
still bring the rain.
We try to hold on to what we forgot
Not to grow up and throw it all away
But the storm has taught
That life finds a way
And branches heal like it or not.
I miss my fiends and I miss my youth
If I could go back I don’t know what I’d do
Branches bend and on time moves
All things end but the search for truth
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 1:16 PM UTC
I see so many people,
Who carry their dread,
Like concrete umbrellas,
Up over their heads.
No time for sunlight-
Preparing for rain.
Ready to fight-
But not to feel pain.
All wrapped up in themselves,
Discontent with their lives,
Like they’re owed something else,
Than a good day to die.
Awareness floats on an eternal sea,
A glittering instant of consciousness ,
Vibrating between unrealities,
On a firmament of impermanence.
For no reason deciding to spring up from the ground,
As we careen through an exploding universe.
We spend our time trying to tear each other down,
The hue of our flesh sacks determining what we’re worth.
The earth is our mother and my ancestors are there,
I’m not scared to die as I was born- screaming and naked-
To love life as a moth loves fire is to live a prayer;
I am terrified of the moment being wasted.
Hope and freedom are not found
Behind the illusion of truth.
Look to Prometheus bound-
Who cares little to nothing for Zeus.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
We crowd into a darkness of neon and strobe lights, sweating grasping thrusting jumping,
Deafened; ears by bass and spirits by alcohol
As of a single mind, like the maggot, we wriggle and crawl blindly back to the darkness from whence we came-
But I dream
Of not seeing you
In a faraway forest,
Touched and untouchable,
Naked and triumphant,
Wild and free.
Dancing
In a sunbeam
A shaft of light
Penetrating the throbbing verdant green canopy,
Shining brighter for the privilege of caressing your cheek
As the wind plays with your hair,
And the earth trembles under your toes,
Eyes bright, soul soaring,
Enraptured by the music of the wild god of the world,
Ears filled with laughter at the very notion
That you could ever be anything less
Than a goddess
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
Colossal arms catch the radiant sun,
Giants rooted in tree shrouded hills,
I smile at them till my workday is done,
Sun soaring above as we pay the bills,
Pompously colossal and full of drive,
I look up at them looking down at me,
Laboring away beneath resplendent skies,
With the spirit of Jesus and Don Quixote,
We sally forth into the teeth of fate,
Wielding noble visions of how life should be,
No effort too small nor sacrifice too great,
Not to impale self to self upon Odins tree.
And the hills turn to dust, dust turns to earth,
The void collapses, the sun burns away,
And I’m left to question what our needs are worth,
Smiling at windmills till the end of the day.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
Alone,
Above frozen hills and icy forest,
Finding definition through separation,
A dark island in a white sky,
Coming closer.
The eyes first- burning beads of life,
Searching for death and opportunity,
Blazing terrifying focus,
Coming closer.
The sound next- quiet rush of primaries,
Hiss of bone and feather slicing frozen air,
Whisper of the wolds wild goddess,
A knife blade.
Cutting holy air like I cut myself,
Soul slicing distinctions and definitions,
Of happiness and loneliness,
And he leaves me,
Alone.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
I feel
Like a square hat
Well defined edges
Sharp corners
Sturdy
Everything a hat should be
Except worn
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
If you cannot place your ear to the earth and hear its quiet hum,
Or watch the seasons change like the beating of a drum,
Or feel your spirit seeping like mycellium into the universe,
How can you place judgement upon the intensity of my experience?
Your plastic entanglements could not withstand the brutal inciciveness of my pesonality,
Which you so desperately need me to change,
Clawing as you plunge into the abyss,
Firmly bound to the social edifice.
I am sorry for your pain but this is not my knife,
I cannot heal what is not broken.
I will apologize for my life,
When you make amends for your sin.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
"Oh yeah? Did you **** anybody?"
Is what people ask when they see
smeared across my past
like a bloodstains on a white sheet
US Marine
Iraq
twice
And they cant understand the answer
because they cant understand the question
“I really think you got that guy man!
We should radio back and get you
a confirmed ****
“Im pretty sure I shot that guy in the back.”
"Holy **** Miller and Johnson are dead."
And I never knew what to say to my friends
Because I was busy doing mental math
Emotional equations
In their eyes
How many more times they could be blown up
Before they were unreliable
Divide the fear with rage
Because you had a job to do
Someone had to get in the truck
And push the fragile blindfolded bodies back
With his boot so he could sit down
below the armor
away from the snipers
And one of them was shaking
it was cold
And his cowering skinny teenage body shook
It was like mine had been not long ago
For the whole convoy
three hours
And I carry these memories in the same tissues as the ones
that carry my sleeping infant son
nuzzled against my chest
under a blanket
warm
safe
Some of us let them spill out of our veins
Onto bathroom floors
In ditches and alleys
car wrecks
shaking
Any good devildog prefers the screams of the dying
to the screams of the living.
And the math keeps coming out negative
When I equate the cost of our
cell phones candy wrappers
vibrators golf courses
with
https://www.amnestyusa.org/pdfs/sscistudy1.pdf
And I subtract the dark areas of my mind
From what can be filled with love
And am still at war.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
If and when I return,
I would like to be an earthworm.
Consciousness buried deep in dark ground,
Embraced by the stone silent earth.
To suffer neither hunger nor lust,
Cold or greed.
To toil ceaselessly and timelessly,
To sacrifice myself blindly to sun or bird.
If not to be spared the pains of death,
Then at least those of life.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
Happy words like tears,
Soak into the page.
Sad words like sunbeams dry them away.
So clean and so clear,
Like animal rage.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC