between the painful ****** of nostalgia from the past
and the hugs and dreams of fantasies from the future
there’s no room for you to live here
maybe if I evict my equivocal feelings
and start thinking less and saying more
at least you would have something you would want to respond too
without just replying to me out of pity
maybe then you would move back into my present
silly of me to think i could even pause time for a second
but I swear when i’m with you it’s like the world moves slower
but now I sit on top of the ordinary
and the world still spins without you here
the sun sets a little earlier
the birds still flock in sync, how they did yesterday
everything is still the same, but i look at the so normal world
with wistful eyes.
and i’ve drowned myself in sentimentality
not because I don’t know how to swim, but I just choose not too.
and as I navigate through this world without my muse
with potential as an artist, with dreams of a time traveler
I pray to stars and ask for a split second just to be with you again.

My brain feels like a tunnel with no light.  
No signal.
And here I am,
driving until I see the light.
My foot on the accelerator,
but my car doesn't get any faster.
It feels like it's being held back by an anchor.
I try to keep the speed.
I don't want to slow down.
I'm here to come out of this tunnel
without any light.
Without any signal,
but my car feels chained.
Or am I the one confusing the accelerator
with the brakes?

Heaviness
In my heart and on my mind tonight.
Short solutions instead of
Revolutions
For far too long it seems.

Bitter, lonely, hatred, greed
In so much of humanity.
My Purpose for this life
Is to BE Love.
Tonight, I just weep.

We cannot keep simply masking
When the root of fear and pain
Needs dug out, yet runs deep.
It's not a simple task,
Nor will it be easy.

But with principles like
Mindfulness, Compassion, Vulnerability
We reach the root cause of all this hurt
And bring healing in it's purest form.

Connection is the true craving -
Face to face, heart to heart.
Going within to love all parts,
And then through Love
Extending out.

It can be done,
This dreamer's favorite words.
But I promise to keep healing my hurt,
So I can love you more.

Please agree, say you'll join me
Through kindness and authenticity.
So that a dreamer's words
Will fulfill Root Resolutions.
Hand in Hand,
Heart to Heart.

©KSS 3/2018

It blew in off the sea

It went out on a limb

And broke the olive branch

Do you hear the wind through the hair of revolution

--black raven hair--

Bone straight and frayed

The split ends of society forging separate paths

Progression at their tips, regression in their roots

It makes a sound akin to the back of an old haunted house settling

It wandered here in due season

It's about to be cut short

It's about to be swept away

The emigrants there

wear sneakers, they have a dream --


of buying real shoes.