What can be learned
Else from this most gentle act
Of letting sand fall
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
You're gone and I can't rest without you
Nary a hair from your head to recount your last steps
Lost are marbles from a bag or a flame to the wind
But anything bearing the love of a mother must keep close
My numbered days spent endlessly searching for you
In some dark corner you wait for me
Where do you lie until I retrieve you
Your time extended indefinitely while gone from the world
That's how you make a ghost
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
My mind a changing room, revolving ideas of beauty and mistake
Or perhaps a camera with too much to capture
Shuttering to think of life as a liquid
For as long as one can recall it’s been a real gas
But the influences are many, they are vexing
Meddlesome technology and Infernal desires
From beneath the compounding cacophony
of a pretense most alleviating and comforting
Cries a little voice heard only by angels
Pitched by a man trying to find his mother,
whose healing hands built the basements
beneath the Great Ziggurat, left to be found later,
indeterminate and perplexing during survey
but in truth was never really known.
A collection of grainy photos connected by string
on a wall in a quiet corner of a lonely home
seeking to make sense
of what was sorted out by Siddhartha some time ago
in the jungle beside himself, within the veil
of casual decay and serious growth.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
It lives in my chest,
this ancient feeling
The hum in my throat
And the way that you wrote
My name next to yours
Means a lifetime of going,
can turn into slowing
And the difference is showing,
between hoping and knowing,
between dying and growing
Written before by
old ghosts in robes
They knew what it was
it drew them up to the clouds
It came to me one night
and I too took flight
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 9:27 AM UTC
the sun marks my neck in mysterious ways
as I rummage through the garden for a snack
I'm off the clock from a job that pays
and there's a cool breeze gliding off my back
my boy's still learning to say "I love you, too"
I hadn't considered I'd be a father, before him
he hopefully does all the things I can't do
like save lives or perhaps learn how to swim
there's a coming sunset to such a perfect day
where out there are those lost in a pitch twilight
those who don't have, so folks like me can say
there's no wasted moment until the coming night
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC
lead me on my way,
Great Vision in the grey,
I do not ponder on wasted time
I do not wander, I do not stay
I get by on my hedon wage
my story fits on one page
I am not burdened by freedom
release me from this cage
wise, the living tree
it catches wind with ease
meanwhile I'm in the clouds
by just the slightest breeze
Jan 25, 2023
Jan 25, 2023 at 6:34 AM UTC
The mountains found me
And it didn't feel like I was far from home
It felt like I was where I should be
They showed me a world where she exists
Led me to know who she is
And she shared that world with me
Now she's in my world
And it doesn't feel like I'm scared to die, or to live
It feels like home
Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 12:15 AM UTC
Happiness is an errant feather lost to the breeze
Only by the influences of the world will it occupy your sky
Yet only if you look up will you discover it waiting for you
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 11:13 PM UTC
those feelings that cannot be found but only traced
remembered from a day long passed
or perhaps borrowed from some moment unlived
it was only a glimpse and now lays upon the breeze,
a memory of a memory
you harken back to this lose thread in your head
and your body blooms from head to toe
in some magnificent shiver
your glimpse behind the curtain
additional living,
more than you,
for only a moment
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
oh, the mountains and rivers are without end
and we are ever-moving towards that warm wood fire
with you by my side i can release and send
my body, my mind, my soul; can you take me higher?
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC