I was walking through the wood
On a pleasant sunny day
when I came across a hollow
Dug deep and in my way
I peered deep into its depths
As far as I could see
Yet the chasm was as dark as coal
And stretched to eternity

I decidedly moved closer
To this unplumbed murky hole
But felt my sole slip on the Earth
Into the depths untold
I felt myself grow panicked
As the light began to fade
I began to brace for impact
I held my breath and prayed

And yet to my surprise
I never seemed to hit the floor
But kept falling on and on
Now and evermore
I’ve grown to love the dark
My eyes have grown adjusted
My heart is filled with hate
For the world that I once trusted

Yet on pleasant sunny days
I can still make out the sun
Shining deep into my cave
Where light there should be none
And I feel my eyes start to tear
Why, I’ll never know
But perhaps I miss the woods above
While I remain Below

An embrace, an existence
A warmth transcending heat
A warmth that tickles, a warmth that glows
That causes hearts to weep

A broken heart can be mended
By such a true embrace
A blackened soul lit aflame
With passion in its place

Cold tears, hot tears
stream down my cheek
Yet never had I been embraced
and had my knees go weak

The sun has a warm and brilliant face
And She heats our Mother daily
Yet I would yet trade ten thousand suns
For one sincere embrace

a light touch
sends the world stumbling into a field of butterflies
a soft kiss
leaves the world to die
forgotten

I watch the leaves
from Autumn trees
trickle at my feet

the pile grows
and there is no show
of winds or tools to blow

the leaves away
so they stay
collecting everyday

until I disappear
underneath, nothing near
to me except Autumn fear

I thought dear Fate
would not wait
I'd arrive pearly gates

yet the Autumn leaves
that surround me
left me be

to wait with guilt
in the pile I've built
for eternity

Ticking Tocking never stopping
Beeping Booping always bopping
Never stopping, always going
Ticking Tocking Beeping Booping

Sliding Slipping never ending
Scratching Scrawling always working
Never ending always weeping
Sliding Slipping Scratching Scrawling

Clicking Clacking never ceasing
Flipping Flashing always blending
Never ceasing always numbing
Clicking Clacking Flipping Flashing

Pulling Praying never halting
Wanting Wishing always failing
Never halting always craving
Ticking Sliding Clicking Pulling

Oh! The seas of negativity
Snickers, stares, and sneers
Lost and drowned, no opportunity
Trapped within our jeers

And (Look!) we swim and find our way
Confused when they get left behind
Worked twice as hard for no delay
Dismissed outright with (Never mind!)

Oh! Our eyes of pity stare
There with care, but not their friend
They not seen, only the chair
Proud to show the hand we lend

Yet they ignore those smirking eyes and brush those pity eyes
And proud they stand, work times ten: Knowing themselves the wise

Thrown into the ice river
Blinded and screaming
To the end we rush
We've no control
Over the currents whose icy waters
Brush our soul
When waterfall's rise
When our bones have cracked
And our muscles dried
Our eyes see the land
We brushed aside
And we cry
For we never took the time
To love the beauty of the river

I've tasted cream
I've tasted milk
I've felt cotton
I've felt silk
Yet nothing was as rich
Nor ever quite so velvet
As my tulips on yours
To make me feel angelic

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Whispers fill the air
They fall on straining ears
Who want to hear the reds and blues
Of those who are not there

Smirking with delight
They draw close and near
Looking at the figure lone
Their snickers left in night

Crafting yet smiling
They turn and greet their (friend)
Loner, who is statue still
Is warmed by their lying

but unknown to the figure lone
His friend had drawn his blade
And left it in his back
For everyone to see.

There's no passion in my yearning
There's no joy but great desire
My lips want a simple kiss

Whose hand will take my soul away
He's dressed in black and his hand holds my cheek
My eyes will meet his coals

His face is near so close to mine
His warm breath, like spring, flowers my face
My eyes close to midnight

My rosy cheeks have grown lilies
And his lips have pressed on mine
Our lips feel so warm

All my troubles I leave behind
I take his hand in mine
Death and I: together

I sit beneath the willow
As all my thoughts run free
Skipping through the meadow
Of true tranquility

I sit beneath the willow
As winds begin to blow
I feel the stumble of my thoughts
Into the valley's low

I sit beneath the willow
As rains begin to pour
I hear the gurgle of my thoughts
Till thoughts I think no more

A cloudy sky is all I see
A mind of dull torpidity
I sit beneath the willow
I sit beneath the willow

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Blue
Green blue
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Soft brown
Pearl white
Eyes
Smile

With pendulum footsteps, I walked the splitting wood
My last splinters of security, death withheld my own
I'm the board beneath me, lone
I too bent under men's self-deemed mighty steps
creaking subdued words as they atop me roamed
And in my final march, I find no roaring lion nor passion's flame
Only fear I knew in life born from lions tamed

Little know about Death, but I see Him, know
He is my reflection in the pool below
We are the fore bringers of our own demise
For Death's wrappings take from us, His muse
Will we not live, and let Death take from nothing?
But living not is living still
And too stills Death's reflection pool

Now at the end of my wooden plank
And the mountain range of waves lap at me to hold
I no longer see reflections
But I still feel the fear
With a swing, I fell forward, soar!
And as the icy grip brushed my warm flesh
Fear I felt no more

A feeling
Stirring
Beating
Buh-boom buh-boom

A dance
Partners
Warming
One two one two

Though plunged in dark
I await the return
With doves and larks
Of the rising sun

Let poetry guide my rivers
So they may flow
Straight to your heart

Relax it seems I never do
Though meditating I heard helps
Perhaps another Xanax will
Help me with my meditation

The sun in morning sits
Not to peak soon
Yet dawn is past
I've waken from slumber
And cheer the rising sun
Wanting sun's noon
Unknowing at set
I will wish
For my dawn back

I opened my closet door and fingered through my masks
"Which one should I wear today" I wondered by myself
"Today is Susan's birthday, perhaps a happy face"
"Though John just lost his game, perhaps a sad one as well"
"And Tonya's mom is nervous, perhaps some empathy"
As I looked upon my masks to wear, all seemed quite fitting
I removed the mask I wore below, the mask of apathy
as I slowly peeled back this fleshy molded face
a salty barren field revealed its proper place
as true features themselves emerged
amuck with tears unnoticed
by myself

Take me somewhere
where soft-dropped pins
make the loudest sounds

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We laid on green dragon fur
Upon his raised back
Hands locked tight in bond
The black papered sky, with eyes white
Gazed into our black pooled pupils
Wondering if eyes as humans have,
So poor, could see love as she did

Would I give my eyes for yours
Lady of the night and stars?
How often do I question love
When it arrives at my door
Perhaps I don't believe that love should come
So freely for me

Turning on the dragon's back
His thin green hair brushes against my cheek
My eyes break from space
Gazing at the man I'm laid beside

I cannot see his love before me
There is no light from his chest
I see no aura floating near
Nor blemish on his unmarked skin

He rolls and gazes lock
In the eyes of stars I saw eternal light
But his eyes show me endless love
I know I need no stars for eyes
I see your love for me
For your love shines clear in your gaze
and plainly I can see

I rubbed my red shawl raw with soap
Pure white cotton was my hope
My red shawl remains

Two birds in lovely willow lay
In shining spring
with sun do play
Never parted

Two birds in lovely willow lay
In shimmering summer
Though sun does weigh
Never parted

Two birds in lovely willow lay
In amber autumn
A colored display
Never parted

Two birds in lovely willow lay
In whispering winter
A field of white and grey
Never parted

Simple Silence of the night
How in you I delight
When life has ceased and nature lay
Awaiting news of morning day
I sit and wait in absent light
Wanting you, most marv’lous sight

For when dawn arrives
To awake our lives
We rise and shatter silence
Oft not with words but acts of violence
Yet in this quiet, no crime is wrought
And the world is calm, deep in thought

I sit in silence, like a glassy sea
Upon the waves of tranquility
In this moment, all alone
I am present, I am home
But then I start and stir with fright
A blissful face now doused in white

Simple Silence of the night
How in you I delight
Yet in your presence I forgot
Of all my loved ones dear to heart
So simple silence of the night
To you I bid goodnight

Slow's the sun's rise
To skies
To bring light to eyes
Who's shadows
Blinded understanding

Afloat upon the greatest pond
I do drift my hands
And let the ripples play

The sigh of waves resting upon the grainy beach
Echoes in the meadow woods
And time ceases for a day

But on that lake's surface I am unaware
Of ripples found beneath
My lovely little pond

The fearsome jaws, the fearsome muscles
Of mechanical nature
Below abounds

And ripping currents
With heavy traffic
Bide their time below

But I float above the nashing teeth
And water rivers too
Drifting slowly on the pond's surface
Above the torrent below

take me softly as you please
take me roughly as you need
take me break me but when you leave
leave a piece left for me

Take me to that quiet place
Take me to that quiet place
away from functions of the day
Both mindless work and child’s play
Oh! Heart and Mind both loudly say
Take me to that quiet place

Wishing for that quiet place
Wishing for that quiet place
Timeless hours stretch the night
Twilight filled with bright moonlight
Oh! I wish for life’s alight
For silence of that quiet place

Behold at last! That quiet place
Behold at last that quiet place
Silent air leaves soothing ear
A beating heart most scarcely here
Light descends and I call dear
Take me to that quiet place.

am I magnetized?
that I am so drawn to you
am I the moon?
Wishing to ever be in your orbit

I know of gravity
yet this new attraction
seems to draw me close to you
when I'm 10 thousand years away

A collection of voices fill the air
Soft and loud always there
A sound of comfort, a warm blanket
I watch tucked in place
With cold glass pressed on my skin
My warmth I feel from the love I observe
A fly on the wall
In love with their world
But detached from their world
The light bounces between their eyes when their tongues
Take turns moving fast and slow soft and loud
An orchestra moving between cacophonous noise
A blend of thundering bass
Soft flutes and piercing piccolos
But amongst those scattered notes
A beautiful sound a harmonious pitch
Drifting like a ghost between planes
Appearing and disappearing like the brush of wind on wintered branches
Moments where a common humanity touches kindred souls
To produce a genuine moment among weathered conversations
Moments I observe and let my cheeks tug
a faint crescent upon a face accustomed to frowns.
How I relish those moments
I wish to join their symphony
To play a trumpet, a violin
To produce noise in a beautiful dance
Yet a dance is fluid
One step in one moment
A fly cannot participate in orchestras
I don't know the notes
I cannot fade into sound as it condenses to mist
I can only observe and sit in silence on the wall
Watching the crescendo of nature's display
How I've fallen for you
How I long for you
How I love you
Humanity

Beautiful buds bloom in sunlight
under constant care and comfort
yet
in darkened, deprived depths, do some buds bloom
ever exquisite, ever more lovely
than the surface-level, flimsy flirty flowers
whose roots grown go grazing
but barely below the Earth

two men were told
the key to life
was balance

the first man gathered
and tried to balance
all his property

but found the endless stream
of material things
a balancing impossibility

the second man gathered
took and sold
all but two peas

and found balancing
his two peas
was an absolute certainty

When will we take the rocks
From caves
We’ve been hiding in
And fix our spending (change)

And where do we take the water
From rivers
We’ve been floating on
And fix our dying (thirst)

And why do we wait to take the trees
From forests
We’ve been living in
And fix our writing (pencils)

And how can we take the sand grains
From beaches
We’ve been sleeping on
And fix our broken (windowpane)

The rocks, water, trees, and grains
From which we came
Cannot fix
our spending, our dying, our writing, our broken
We fix what we broke
And leave our homes among
The rocks, water, trees, and grains
At peace

Love?
Is it growth
Or appeasement

Heal the wounds
Or bury them away

Sharing biting words
Do they push away
Or penetrate
A stone soul

I don't know if I should love
Or shove away
All the bad people
Who may need warmth
Or a cold shock