from blistering to blizzarding
for hot to cold
from left to right
from yes to know

such dramatic differences between the two
like dramatic and static
like wilderness and zoo

these changes are apparent
like apparent and non
like fire and ice
but the burns are long gone

one without the other
would be quite a shame
for i would depressed if
I were a horse without a mane

Three people sit in a small bedroom gathered around an electric space heater. It is blizzarding outside and the house they are in is old and drafty. The first person is named Matthew. Much of his life has been spent following wishes of others. Right now is when he is starting to make up his mind about his own beliefs. He loves defending them; he loves discovering he has been wrong all along. The second person is Ryan. He is extremely intelligent, but reluctant to accept his own conclusions. He has come to a sure outcome, but it depresses him and he is hoping someone will come along and prove him wrong. The third person is me. I want to prove that God exists right there in that room. I get excited, because it feels like I have proven it, but in reality I only prove it to myself. The discussion dissolves in laughter. Matt is left uncertain, Ryan is left with science, and I am left with God.

Framing and distorting
My esteem
Cutting and slitting
Taut and drained veins
/Bluing my blues
Now this nadir lacks newness /
Little pinpricks
At that distant road
Marking human moments
And seafret telling me to breathe
For once i do, i breathe
i breathe through this blizzarding wind
i breathe through the lava thats frozen
i breathe beside the monster -me
i breathe in this wrecked home - me
i breathe with this taped skeleton
i breathe with my fluorescent lungs
i breathe, standing on the higway amidst this commotion i breathe,
i breathe as the fast wheels drive past me,i breathe after so long and
then i exhale the breath,
like i never existed, i dissolve.
Atleast i seek to.

~d.

around the chilly moon,
and its blizzarding blaze,
were pinhole stars that
slept soundly within its waves.

a moving milky daze.
crescive cloud's march
into moon's light-
it was a blessing in the haze.

Flowers danced on the rings of Saturn
Chocolate melted under the blizzarding snow,
The hills would let me sing and turn
and under the stars my heart would grow.

Fields of white and pure
Layers of love hugs
No longer confusion i am sure
and a kiss upon my lips brings me to tug.

Suddenly FLASH!
A danger pass
BING! BANG! CRASH!
Walking an empty class.

They run and chase!
THERE IS NO ESCAPE!
Blood soaks my clothes,
Off to the light it goes.

Tears are streaming,
Children are screaming
Forced to stop dreaming
The voices are scheming!

Suddenly my eyes open,
I am crying a river
and my heart races.
My breathing is shallow.

I scan my walls of closure,
flashes still race through me
such a horrible way,
to wake up screaming.