I stare down a deep well
Old memories still accessible as a blur of pain
Like an open wound it smells of danger
every time I walk this way
Time has yet to fill it in with the dust and dirt of life in the trenches
And I visit much too often
for things to settle as they would
I’m sure they could
But they don’t
I keep sifting
like sand the memories rub my senses raw again
Long ago I decided it was worse to remember any good or neutral thing about you
For a moment it was a balm
but then like everything else it was just a bludgeon in the palm of the demon responsible for my torture
Anger is just as strong a tie as Love
and sometimes calls back to Her
when the heat subsides and I wonder what irrationality I have committed in those fierce moments
If my resentment be half-lies
so is every infatuation
I have committed to resentment as a safer place

When battle positions are none too desirous, one still must choose between them

So what do you think the world is saying,
when you don’t get the attention of the people you’re looking to?
what secrets stream slowly out like shadows
in that silence?
what knowledge grows in the quiet of loneliness?
Maybe they aren’t who you think
you long ago learned the portraits you lovingly paint
are filled with your own ink
You can’t see clearly
so it’s time to move on
the windows may be just as ***** further up
but ***** windows standing still are clearable
Unlike the ever moving muddy rivers
your imagination took you down

So often
human intelligence has failed to understand
the reality that awaits in Heaven
of pure, unhindered connection
deepest connection
far deeper than the intractable sea trenches of our own world
And yet, quite reachable it will be
Deep and Seen
every swimming prize recognized
each long lost golden treasure
at long last recovered
The manmade glories set beside the natural

women
when they love someone
open and close
open and close
with the light of your kind face
and softer words
in excitement she opens
in care she closes
Be an ever fair expression to find petals facing out

come wild one
come Willow
come west
It is time to leave your rest
rise
awake
the truth inside your chest
has blossomed