I wake from life, the sleeping of the soul.
A body now before me, still in death:
A boy turned man turned corpse, and now the toll
Of measured time; serene and spent of breath.
In thought without a skull to harbor thought,
Reflection and conviction now refresh.
All Earthly duties, unfulfilled, shall rot;
Life’s aspirations fading with this flesh.
No blood to carry chemical caprice,
I witness being, true divinity:
At last as spirit, I arrive at peace
And join the energy, infinity.
In life, the sleeping soul is ever tried,
And waits for death, when life is justified.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
I am seeking in life another body to help validate me;
To move my spirit from thinking that all I am is
This insignificant spec of dust floating in a vastly empty universe.
All I am asking for is someone with whom to exchange
Conversation, hopes, dreams, fears, woes, and comforts;
To exchange glances, gestures, touches, and ****** fluids;
So that my brain receives the chemicals it needs
To feel a sense of happiness, of purpose;
To give meaning to my existence through collaborating,
Overcoming the deathly gripping reality, the notion
Of feeling so small and insignificant;
So that I don’t have to dwell on the fact that all we are is
A spec of dust floating in a vastly empty universe,
Hoping our presence can be validated by the mutual exchange
Of conversation, hopes, dreams, fears, woes, and comforts;
Of glances, gestures, touches, and ****** fluids,
So that our brains receive the chemicals we need
To feel a sense of happiness, of purpose.
Is this what love is? Or simply the kindness of small persons
Helping to distract one another from our shared worthlessness?
What then is love? If not the gift of blindness to our cruel fate, lending
Some sense of meaning that we give ourselves in such hopes,
Then what instead? What greater gift could be received from another
Doomed human spirit than the ignorance to turn us from the coldest truth:
The acceptance of an existence void of purpose, justice, and answers?
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
I measure my living in learning and loving.
I measure my learning in yearning
and my loving in learning; but
I never measure my loving in yearning
for loving, for I'm
never learning from yearning for love,
nor learning loving from yearning.
I'm learning to love and loving learning loving; but
I'm yearning to learn to measure what I'm earning
from learning to live, love, and earn love
instead of learning to yearn for life
lived without learning and loving.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
I know the way our fingers have mingled;
I know our lips can play
and our eyes can trace the cross of
interlaced limbs.
But I wonder often
if our dreams, too
can ever weave just as so,
like branches of a tree
we somehow both envision.
Who knows?
But what marvelous dreams
could become if only
a twisting embrace
were our sleeping, drifting
minds.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
I am made of earthly fibers
Human fears and human features
I'm designed for entertainment
People toys for mindless creatures
Faces pass by the millions
I see the lives I cannot live
I see the many I could be
If only weren't I stuck in steel
Nothing here is even real
Days of hours of my routine
Self-destructive programming
I am made of thoughts and actions
Tracing circles, running in place
I reset when you round the corner
Ready for the next new face
Lovers pass by the millions
I see the lives I cannot live
I see the souls that they can be
If only weren't I stuck in steel
Nothing here is even real
Days of hours of my routine
Things I've heard and things I've seen
Always to be what I've always been
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:37 AM UTC
Tonight I stand alone
In the greatest silence
I have ever known
I feel the air as
soundless as
The darkest eyes,
The longest roads,
The emptiness of time
The sheer velocity at which
the nothingness reverberates
Assaulting with the
gentle grace of
absolutely everything
that is possible in this
Silence, here
No noises of anxiety
This quiet animosity
This moment of clarity
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
Life is about the little things
Sometimes we forget the simple joys;
Seeing strangers laughing strangely,
birthday drinks, the beauty of wings;
Doors that creak, trinkets and toys,
Separating the laundry piles,
Umbrellas blown inside out,
Little girls running from little boys;
Cloudless skies that stretch for miles,
Captive ears when a choir sings,
Jiggling the handle before a flush,
Summer sprinklers, produce aisles;
Who we are is how it brings
Us closer to the little things
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
this morning reminded me
of summer
the rigid air warm and dry
the cloudveil thin
its white knuckles tight
trying to keep together
while the crisp sun
whispered through the cracks
of the wisps, clasped pockets
of lingering winter
and eager spring
it was almost an anachronism
beautifully lying in an
earthbound fall
but with a simple smile
it is forgiven
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
These days
Our love is in the airwaves
I'm riding on my reasons
Toes upon the seasons
Waiting for the winds
Take my seat
Beside your feelings
Hold on tight for
Teasing, reeling
Close my eyes to
See through ceilings
Send my thoughts to
Satellites
And wait for your reply
When I know to
Flee or fight
I'll hear it in the sky
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
I want to understand how it feels
To take true pride in myself
All the while I succumb to
The every humility that is
Offered by love
I want to be soaring into the sky
And grounded when I just
Close my eyes
Beside you, rooted in
The knowledge of this feeling
The understanding it brings
The completion
The freedom
And to be who you are meant
To be
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC