Contemplation is like fishing. Often my reason fails me and I cast out into the waters hoping I can catch that vital energy feel its power, its resistance, its strength that is elusive but I know is there and those moments of connection with that mysterious force give me energy. I am alive so I keep castings into the ocean knowing the elan is there, the verve that takes me from my mind to dance, to move, to swerve in that moment of now.
Author’s Note: I bow in gratitude to Brian McLaren and Barbara A. Holmes for their wisdom that inspired this poem and kneel in awe and thanksgiving to all the fish I have caught over the years, for the excitement and nourishment – the life they gave me.
I take my family photo albums And pin those ghosts down to the walls I keep running to my past trying my best to bring it back to life always thinking “there’s a real life haunting.” when I see myself any younger than 19 I take my family photo albums And try to pin down your love as if I’ll be able to see the warning signs if it’s been written on the walls I keep running back to my past like an old wives tale half told truths slipping through hands and passing from mouth to mouth Landing on my dinner plate filling it all the way up I take my family photo albums and wonder “why is it?” I do not recognize who is staring back I keep running back to my past trying to find out everything about who I am
- I've been trying to find clues about who hid me away
A love so deep, it rips apart your unhealed skull. A mystery of illusions, inclusivity is dared to be dispelled. May I hold you? Or am I too far away. Can I feel you? Just a touch to make me beg of your despair. Unwritten poetry, a querulent secrecy of written misery and longing. I want to love, may I love? Whom can be loved more than the love of thyself? I fall to my aching pits. I feel you... But you are not here.
The greater the revelation the deeper the mystery The closer to the light the dimmer and further it is But compelled and captive, propelled not by will Accelerating into the void, a star amongst many Each and all inexorably to be our very own Destiny
purple moons and blond twins soon talking horses and no gravity forces jumping on cars and livestream of stars blue dives hope and carrying yellow soap the never ringing phone had rung and infinite questions in the air hung mystic eyes danger and love of my life a stranger I represent Lady Dream and her fake lashes of gleam a fantasy hidden secrets in her world reality in every color deceptive subconsciously destructive choose your perspective she is not new my haven in hours of few on the mind never understand what you find now I sleep to see her poisonous skies not to rest that one for the one who dies nightmares my addiction don't be scared called unravel of fallen hair might do her a night stall yet she leaves like a swift and crawls now I know her stories are coming back in fear been there done that since the end of last year like signs flooded in clear waters better than drowning with unknown ocean callers I greet every era illusionary welcome I carve every ranger in memory then run walls in paths they deceive in glisten the ferris wheel hangs and listens sometimes we don't talk anymore she throws ventures then struggles in store masterminds wrapped around her finger they strive Neptune rains diamonds and they cut like knives she thinks before the sunshine we play a lying game and I play along in absolute shame she comes back with a curious mystery every night and hello! sweet poetry from under my pillow then ignites