We keep reaching up
Young fingertips touch it
For a moment
Never able to grasp it
Before it slips away
We keep reaching up
Flailing in futility
Tired fingertips yearn
Wishing to reach higher
Before it slips away
We keep reaching up
But look down
Feet planted firmly in the ground
Cold fingertips stagnate
Before it slips away
We want to reach up
As it slips away
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
—an eye—
—so mundane—
—yet so compelling—
—a true spectacle to see—
—every color and emotion—
—can exist in this perfect being—
—flawless in shape and in structure—
—an elegant waterfall veils a cave—
—door for all the galaxies inside—
—divine chasm into the soul—
—when a light catches it—
—all’s forgotten—
—but awe—
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 6:04 AM UTC
A ball bounces down a street,
unstoppable and fatal—
the child who threw it
fails to see the ripples in pavement.
When lightning falls from above
its thunder erases lives,
leaves a half-life ring-
ing in scarred ears.
It’s only a matter of time—
poised volcanoes await the next bounce
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 6:03 AM UTC
Before we can fathom life itself we must
Let go of the things we cling to.
All of us rely too heavily on
Computers and cells and
Kites that always have wind.
Others understand that
Unless forced we cannot survive without
Technology—tomorrow is in the outstretched hands of today.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 6:01 AM UTC
High above the cliff’s edge
you may see my long tail whip
in the cloudy crisp air
or hear the swoosh of my wings
as I move from perch to perch, landing
on anthills that are overflowing with memories.
I am not afriad of my past because my armor
is thick and impenatrable
and if an ant is somehow able to
find a flaw in my scales
and begins stinging my bare flesh
I need only dive into the sea below
to refresh and start anew.
Dragons, born of Hermes,
are adaptable to any environment,
equipped with fire, ice, and a natural
nonchalance which enables us to roam seamlessly
from realm to realm
and dwell in the in-between world
where I stand with one foot
in fantasy and the other in reality.
Perfectly content with my ever-evolving life
I only feel fear when my shadow
takes the shape of man and
stalks me relentlessly—
as his envious hand gets too close
I spit fire in hopes that he will dissapear
but it only makes him dance back and forth with a smile.
Weary of his enjoyment I spew ice to
freeze him in place and out of curiosity
I dive through my shadow and emerge as a human
immobilized and forced
to wear armor of nerves and blood
that ceaselessly cry for the scaly skin of a dragon that
my imagination created
to save me from
the pain and realization
that there is no middle ground
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC