Sippin' coffee
My mind adrift
Which moon should take you?

And I
Left alone
With cold coffee
And a memory.

The wind roars —
then stills to listen
to the spoken grandeur
from the soul of the
angry autumn sky
Its quickly moving grandeur
moving  way beyond
a trailing moment's wake

   Change often goes voiceless —
the autumn wind
needs not consent
to bare the trees;
disguising all symmetry
of yesterdays fleeting glance

Overarching that which
can no longer be
   as it once was —
A  bitter cold gust preys
on this aging bark
stirring to the roots
of my soul

Will true nature’s  
powerful essence
ever reshape the scars
these wind-whipped
human feather's
mask ? 

   The wind roars —
   then stills to listen ,...

and I wonder why
I can’t be the change
I see

Stillwater in the wind


Jesse Stillwater ... November 2nd, 2018

If I could somehow explain
Surely I would
Contrary to so many thinking they know
For some of us
It is barely understood
The opposite of it can get lost in the unknown
Obviously I'm speaking of finding my way home
.....

**** these violent black holes
Compressing each and every passing soul
****** through these eternities
By vacuums of unknowns

  On the other side where entropy awaits
There at the eventful horizon
Another big bang
At heaven's new gate

Hope is but a hypothesis
From an obsolete science book
Outdated in spirituality
Humanity is always
On the hook!

Life is but a cruel, cruel maze
Of dead ends and nowhere lines
Prepare to hold tight
To the connection
Between your body
And your poetic mind

Off the tracks of life we stumble
The dice of love we tend to fumble
Thankful for another chance
Life is cruel but still we dance!

Be more than scared
Be very, very afraid
There is truly great evil
Lurking astray
Darker than shadows
Creeping below
Don't become dismayed
Hold tight to your soul
Hide where you may
At the altar where you pray
If you truly believe
Than try to be brave
Simply close your eyes
Take a deep breath
Words shall protect you
Give us your best!