I am a walking oxymoron
I am a contradiction
I consider myself a realist
but crave the taste of fiction
I am a both sides of an argument;
much like the true colors of freedom
I bristle at words of affirmation
because I hate that I need them
Oh, wretched heel!
Oh, bane of life!
Cease to inflict your funereal strife!
What must it take?
Would I be healed,
Should my dichotomies be revealed?
I am a fire upon the sea
I am a grand confliction
I write as if I have no inhibitions,
but it seems that words are an addiction
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
i hear the whippoorwill in the night-
it seems we have a common trait:
our voices, strongest in the dark,
with no specific audience,
echo across the fabric of time
to reach the ear unseen.
should no other creature hear our songs
that cross the face of night like rivers
it would seem to matter little;
we are our own listeners.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
red and green: the color of my nightmares
though red and green are seldom in the picture
instead most nightmares lack a trace of color
but anxiety is spelled in red and green
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
once
i was a little child
full of optimistic wonder
then
i fell into an ocean
and its current swept me under
down
i sank, as it engulfed me
the sun-streaked surface, a shadow became
then
my heart slowed down its beating
and in the dark, I felt a Name
once
the feeling overcame me
i knew i must discern its source
*i called the Name with final breath
and yielded myself to its force*
Death
swirled up and all around me
and tight in her arms, i was held
down
i sank, as she engulfed me
once-flickering hope, in an instant, quelled
and I died.
and I died.
FLASH
with sudden blinding brightness
a force grabbed me from death’s shroudings
up
i rose, in swift ascension
and the speed was overwhelming
then
my soul recalled the feeling
and i felt the Name once more
when
at last, i stopped ascending
the Name is all that I longed for
so
i followed with the masses
i chased the paths of those ahead
soon
the masses ceased to wander;
i followed where their gazes led
then
i was a little child
full of optimistic wonder
and
i finally knelt before
the Name of Love my heart was after
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
once upon a time
i was a poet
i formed words into phrases;
formed phrases to the beat
of the heart that pulsed so eagerly within me
when i was a poet
once upon a time
once upon a time
i met a stranger
he brought life to my soul;
brought my soul to a flame
that burned brightly like the sunshine on my shoulder
when i met that stranger
once upon a time
but once upon a time
i became afraid
i could no longer pattern words;
there was nothing there to write
in the journals gath’ring dust upon my bookshelf
when i became afraid
once upon a time
once upon a time
i lost my dreams
i fell victim to the darkness
i darkened my own reflection
in the mirror which once knew my brightest passions
when i lost my dreams
once upon a time
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
When I am found in dead of winter,
My Father is a summer's day;
And if my heart is cold and bitter,
He breathes the ice and frost away.
In vibrant spring or pensive autumn,
I will rest in peace, assured;
Though like the earth, my heart is turning,
I find solace in the Lord.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Smell of earth
Rugged brown
Taste the rain as it falls down
Rise and fall
Blue and green
Trace the clouds that paint the scene
Lift your eyes
Make no sound
Feel the stillness all around
Bow your head
Kiss the ground
This is where your heart is found
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
In the middle of the day
You cross my mind
And your footprints are lasting
If I were known to feel
I might not hide it
I might embrace it
But what's in a reputation
If not repute and repetition
To break habit is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
But can I speak in dreams?
Can I speak with soul?
And maybe when it's three in the morning
And we're both heavily weary
Can I call you
And tell you I love you
Or would the hour not excuse
The boldness of my honesty
To be vulnerable is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
To start fresh
A chance to be different
A chance to love
But what do I want?
To travel far
And feed the spirit
Quench the wanderlust
But what do I want?
To love another
An honest tenderness
A heart that makes mine beat again
But what do I want?
To write the stories
Learn the legends
To know the stars above
And that is all I need
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
All of a sudden;
I don't know how we got here,
But we cannot stay
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC