how did we start,
equating hope to silly?
the fallacy of optimism,
contrasted by the truth of pessimism,
confused as realism, facts
sent by a goal of ataraxia
(unachievable)
supported by leadership position
(unaccessible)
tinted of eudaimonia
(indefinible)
and the loss of getting ahead
at what cost?
do you tear down
others' hope
with your glance,
fuelled by your own
cowardly manner,
afraid of losing
what you never had,
walks around telling others they won't miss it?
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
I watch Greek men
With hunting dogs
Arrive on the island.
We say
What's the prey?
Then later
Over black sweet coffee
We pray for sun.
3 collie dogs
Follow a man who
Rides ********
Up valley side.
Like foot soldiers
Swordlike
They look for orders
We navigate the mist of
Dreaming
We dont know any more
We can only shepherd
New order in hope
While we Hunt for love
With guide dogs now.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 3:29 AM UTC
My writing becomes possessive.
I sit down too hard
On an easy chair
Slip on the shiny leather surface
Smooth from overuse.
Down to ground.
I have nothing to uphold
No sculptured walls
Protect my castle.
No dowager queen dwells safely inside.
Lying in change space
Open to reshaping
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 3:27 AM UTC
birds birds birds—
birds left untitled,
untitled flight and traveler
moribund and morbid
fleetingly silent,
through the skies unwanted.
trying to break out
from monotonie.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
no point in thinking
about right or wrong,
in the end, is it ever up to us?
I wonder about my hopes.
I may have lost them all,
yet I fail to indulge
in the epicurean practice
of abandonment.
no glory, joy, or
gold—if it mattered—awaits me,
it's something its consequence
will hurl a spear
between my blades
and watch me fall to the absence of sea.
but there is hope for the child
that once held my hand
and said “you're kind.”
thus with this spear,
I may take sail
into the abundance of tears.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
Fading apricot sky
Paints the wet sand
The sharpest silver
and romantic mauve.
Angry incoming waves
Turn to lace agate
For a perfect moment
Only to return again.
A sooty oystercatcher
Warbles
Always keeping
one eye on me.
It is, after all,
his littoral arcadia.
Sea mist coats my skin
Speckled sand whips at my skin
Claggy dread claws at my skin
While I write
And write
And write.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
there are three freckles on my shoulder
for every time our skins touched,
a new freckle bloomed, softly,
as if distilled energy from your body.
these, had I never seen before,
I was never aware enough
of our selves to know.
and then I beg you so,
don't remember me for what I said—
remember I lied, remember the pain
that I caused and the wave,
washing over your wound,
rubbing salt on the cracks.
forget and don't forgive me
as forgiveness unasked for still,
remember the heart we used to be,
remember the dagger bleed,
allow the freckles to haunt me.
let me scratch with claw and teeth
for the rest of eternity,
for the ache of another:
who either way did not deserve me.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
to sit down still
chanting the psalms,
to stand up still
counting the stars,
to lie to rest at cool evenings
after the quick day is done,
even in these,
there is a hurry
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
waltzing along
our beloved song
I used to be
quite better at this,
didn't intend to step on your feet,
you didn't intend to care about me.
and when the music stops,
will you say a prayer
for the sake of a soul remnant,
for the sake of a no longer living
man that believed
that dance with the dead
was the cure for his pain?
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
all I should do
with nothing I can do,
joint at the elbows
beyond the corner where I reach'd
there was so much I needed,
so much I wished,
much I could have been—
but regrets.
shan't I ever, be or possess
any hope, nor faith, nor regret.
for I became what I of myself made,
and although corrupted my chariot I carry,
as the prying animals
in the sky vigile
my entrails.
thus I remain unrepentant.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC