I name it, a little prayer deep in my heart.
I call it forth, what is coming, is coming on foot.
Whether it takes days or years,
I have set my course; the intent is strong.
There is no wavering here;
the sails are already high
–and the wind is too wise.
Do you know
When two stars
Or a black hole
******* the life and light
Out of all that dares
Do you know
When two people collide?
Turn into a wonderful
Sun that gives life
To all that dares
Or it flushes
Away the light
Of both people
And reduces both
beyond the judge
beyond all concepts
beyond your war
beyond all mishaps
beyond each label
beyond the critique
beyond your fear
beyond all defeat
beyond your good
beyond the bad
beyond all happy
beyond the sad
that’s where i’ll be ‘cause
that’s where we’re free
that’s where there’s peace
that’s where words cease
that’s when we’ll see
who we are clearly
for the very first time
a poem inspired by me being a student of a course in miracles
Half human, half car
we follow a road, somewhere –
in between two maps.
"Halfgoden" ("Demigods", 2019, Dorien Dijkhuis)
**** it they said, without bowing their head, and forgot to mention they knew.
The story was told, of a trail of gold, that seemed too good to be true.
That trail it seems, was really a dream of the man that guarded the book.
The book was so old that the pages we're told, were faint, and gobbledygook.
What would you do if your trail's taboo, would you continue and go on your way?
Or change up your course, find a new source, and see how it plays out today?
Brian Hill - 2019 -
What would YOU do?
Really how did I not know
Every feeling I have towards you is a reflection of something within myself
Of course I don't trust you
I have nothing but doubt for myself
My own thoughts contradict one another
I'm afraid to be proud
I can't remember the last time I felt unabashedly proud
I can remember silently rejoicing straight faced after scoring a goal in a soccer game
Brushing off my teammates cheers and shouts
I can remember trying to let my friends know
I'm just a good test taker
That good grades don't equate to intelligence
Subtly depreciating my own source of pride
Too afraid to have ownership
Of any talent or skill
I'd rather halt progress than be granted attention
I'd rather lose all my skills than have superiors with high expectations
So you shouldn't expect me, really
To be capable of loving you
I'll give too much or too little
But I'll never quite be sure you really love me
"Do you still love me?"
"Of course I love you"
"I love you with all my heart. Well, what's left of it anyways.."
A real conversation between my boyfriend and I
a crash course is the best way to learn;
describe the world in ways I cannot understand, and I
will do my best to undo the hinges underneath your skin.
chase the shadows until they leave you alone,
your heart skips like a record, off beat
stuck on a loop but let it rest a minute.
Don't **** my vibe this early in the night,
wait at least until my skin crawls and my shoulders cramp up in my sleep
test me a few more times and I just might snap
my shell is only so thick;
you're cooking up a storm but I intend to stir the ***
if you find me on my knees, you'd best bet
i've got a knife up my sleeve
best to just leave it alone;
a rolling stone gathers more speed
the nearer it gets to its target.