#vector
when you find a dead monk,
set him on fire.
the flames burn the color of the robes.
my color, the robes.
orange and red.
ascending from marina's Dark Zone
i look up and upon
the creatures of the deep -
softening the horror of their countenance.
i see black to blue, orange to red.
the Sun is a lynch pin
the monks are all on fire.
the Sun and Moon are a
vector and they are a
time piece.
when you find a dead monk, brother,
set him on fire.
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
Today I feel left to the sun, dried and warn
Yesterday I was someone in search of danger
I found it
Melancholy
I lost a friend and gained a skewed vector
Potentially dangerous to paradise
So I clean my soul
Waiting
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
You're the one
And the next feels right
I'm in debt to your focus on me
My eyes won't leave you
Hope we can be, I'm in like
I'll be yours if we meet again
Make me the one
Have you been in love?
Lovely vector
Next
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
I like how,
every now and then,
my poems make no sense.
I start them
with hope and direction,
almost like a vector.
They have weight
when still unsung,
their force unspoken,
their miracle undone.
But soon,
my mind starts to mumble,
to modulate,
the vector falls apart,
my idea of the poem crumbles,
what I meant to say
is twisted,
not really a poem anymore,
but yet
so beautifull.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
Reaching
as
I am
falling
up-wards
into
the
Light.
Blinding...
Gleaming...
Shining...
Swinging
towards
the
bottoms-
facing
the
dark-side.
A
downwards
plunge.
crossing-
over
into
forwards
as
the
world
spends
onward.
when
Will
this
Ever
end
This
downwards
dance...
on
And
on
It
goes...
A
never
ending
spiral...
which
Path
have
You
chosen?
The
blinding
twisting
dance of
forgetting?
Or
the
hazy
path
of
remembering?
its
Your
choice.
*Speak:
or
it's
annihilation.*
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC