Do you not feel the weight of infinity on your bones
That as you search for the answers this burden holds
You are merely moving topsoil
We queer little creatures try to shout when we don't even have a voice
Try to dig yet don't have the sinews nor muscles to make a choice
We try to ascend past ignorance
And in doing so truly show it in believing there is any possible recompense
For this futile attempt to define our existence
We are merely flickers
Indistinguishable in the scope
Of the infinity that swallows us whole
But in the end there is truly only one answer
That no matter how much we ****
No matter how much we sift through the sod
There will always be the reaches of the universe to account for
The infinite presence of God

Arctic Seasoned Disguise


Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snow capped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing

Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings

Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts

White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape

February reigns brutal, sub zero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…

you saved me from...
myself
countless scars upon my arm
the faceless opponent in my head
breaking point
You kept me from giving up.
i cant help but love you.

the comforting warmth of the morning sun,
like I had known it from the days of yesteryears.
the familiar scent of dew-kissed grass,
a fresh aroma that brought forth the tide of gratitude laden tears.

I had foreseen the day to be just as before...
I had planned to play out my morning as I had rehearsed.
but your message had foiled all that I thought I knew...
it brought about the smile that eternity had kept pursed.

your words were laced with the flowers of spring...
they set at ease the unapparent apprehension I've always kept.
they spoke of compliments meant only for the worthiest quills,
I've read them in disbelief as I think not of myself, an adept...

truly you are one that's generous and so very kind.
for your words flew off the page and had struck home;
bearing the stoutest of hope and most selfless of wishes.
they had provided direction in these vague circles that I roam.

so now allow me to thank you dear poetess...
for drawing the sunrise clear into my view.
I shall revel and bask in its delightful rays...
because your words had painted today in the brightest hue...

The sun rises in your smile
I see the moon in your eyes
Awakens my thoughts for awhile
Shining through your saddening cries

The wind blows over the subtle contours of your face
Absconding with the salt from your dried up tears
Leaving no evidence of the fevered chase
That never had ceased after all these years

The feel of summer heats up my lonely heart
With the touch of your lovely innocence
The expanse of the ocean couldn't keep us apart
Seeing your glowing eyes is worth a million presents

But that would be all the season could bear to offer
Tides would elope to the flute tune played by the moon
I'd waylay this day to stave off the coming of another
I'd freeze this day eternal knowing tomorrow would come too soon

I'm a bird ready to fly,
But I don't want to say good-bye.
Ready to get up and take off,
But sometimes I just have enough.

To spread my wings and leave the nest,
Forgetting you and all the rest.
My wings fail and then I fall,
You're here to answer my every call.

Enough is enough, it's my time.
I am ready to commit this crime.
I found my lover, I found my mate,
My best friend in all the fate.

I am a bird ready to fly,
Now I'm ready to say good-bye.
Good-bye Mom, Good-bye World.
I'm not a bird, I am a girl.

I am a girl ready to become
A woman of courage to come.

Far and wide into unknown
As if a storm hath blown
Endless scene out of window
Doth an idea ignite in lights glow
Faded events as movies play
Moulded in God's hand clay
Who am I what do I be
Our future not us to see
Thoughts in hearts deep
Oh a dream Tis heart doth keep

all those jaws opening and snapping shut on the words their wiggly tongues spit out of lips made for kissing
speaking a language of war and death-
and the doomed love of mankind
I do not believe in their throats last gulps of dismal prophecy
and refuse to listen to their warmongering
as long as one sparrow still chirps I know love is alive and kicking.