We Are As a Drop of Water
We are as a drop of water Falling through space And time; What And who We interact with along the way Become Both what we experience As well as what we are. We must be kind And caring To all we interact with Showing love and mercy, Being to them As we wish they would … Continue reading We Are As a Drop of Water
That You May Never Feel Alone
They’ve entered your thoughts again, my dear, And by now I hope it’s clear They’ve no interest in your best interest They offer nothing to you but fear. They’ve come to take what can be taken, To shake free what can be shaken, To pilfer while you’re lulled to sleep, So my darling, please awaken. … Continue reading That You May Never Feel Alone
Broken
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
I Dreamt Last Night of Someone Who Wanted to Send My Love Away
Last night, I dreamt Of someone who loved me, Someone who Wanted me To be something, To be anything More To them But then you, Yes, you Told them To go home Yes, you told them to “go home”, You said this wasn’t their home And they were welcome no more, Whether you meant it, … Continue reading I Dreamt Last Night of Someone Who Wanted to Send My Love Away
a winged lament
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
Falling Closer Together/We Will Not Fall Apart
Lately I Feel often like crying I cannot stop sighing Say I’m fine But I’m lying… And some days I Want to stop trying, I dream often of dying… Oh, it hangs in my mind Almost all of the time. And now we find We must remain inside Far from the others: Our sisters and … Continue reading Falling Closer Together/We Will Not Fall Apart
A Stormy Sea/A Sunny Day
A stormy sea is still A stormy sea, It matters not How it used to be… A sunny day is still A sunny day, It matters not If it has always been that way, Nor if ever once more it will be.
In the World Today
In the world today There is a yawning But it is not from lack of sleep… Rather, Too many have slept for far too long And are waking to see That the world has changed And that they must adapt to survive. I stepped out into the world today Without ever leaving the house, I … Continue reading In the World Today
My Father and Horses
My mother making dinner for her children, Alone. We were together Once more. My father and horses. The gates had all fallen down, And I ran to see. Walking up the hill, He looked at me and said: “Is that my son? No, it couldn’t be…” Without hesitation, He kept walking.
When We Speak for Ourselves
When others speak for us, We are often reminded of our differences. When we speak for ourselves, We discover our similarities.
Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
The Sounds of Springtime
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
The sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
To Sleep is Not Always to Dream
To sleep is not always to dream. Why then Do we assume that to dream We must always be sleeping? We have seen the vacant look in the eyes of Colleagues, Friends, Strangers on the Green Line train; We have wandered the empty hallways and corridors of buildings vacant all other human life, A curious … Continue reading To Sleep is Not Always to Dream
Yet to Be Defined
Deep dive to Shallow pool Through and Into the black; Jump right back. “It’s just a reflection.” …shivers down my spine. All distance: A journey, Yet to be defined. All longing: Absence, Yet to be defined.
Will We Ever Learn?
“Will we ever learn?” A question we ask Time and time again, The answer only found in -unwavering- pursuit thereof.
We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
…And the Sun is Shining Once More
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
This Is a World of Suffering
This isA world of suffering. We can never hope to receiveComfort and contentmentIf we search for it inThe material world. Love and peace can only comeFrom within and the source from which that draws,As well as from one another,In our treatment of each other,In the choices we make,And in our behaviors thusly.
Used to Be/Still Are
I want to drink you down, Just like that bottle of lavender syrup The one you gifted me -Purple & sweet- Just like you Used to be / still are Somewhere underneath that lid of yours -Sealed tight- To keep your contents From spilling to the earth below. Or maybe… I can learn to simply … Continue reading Used to Be/Still Are
Chrysalis
New life grows Within; When the chrysalis finally falls away, What will emerge?
Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
How many times have I Prayed for death? For life? I hope God understands my seemingly contradictory appeals… Patiently humming and biding time Until the pendulum swings back again, Or until I see once more that it never moved in the first place, That it was my perception -Based on my limited perspective- Which … Continue reading Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
I Will / Never / Forget
I will… Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget
A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies
An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart
I sometimes imagine death And that which follows as Years and years and years of Being torn apart, Current manifestation of Whole self Becoming So many Satellite selves Splayed across the universe, Each finding their way through All of the edges and bends Of time And space And chance, Collecting and coagulating In small huddled … Continue reading An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out… Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around… Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she’d been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
What Weighs on the Heart
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
Through the Hard Winter
Lykke tells me That in Iran There is a saying: Stand and resist in hard days just like “sarv” (the evergreen), let nothing wither your greenery. Not only is this a beautiful statement of resilience, But it is also another sign to me That we are all not so different As we are alike; This … Continue reading Through the Hard Winter
In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Something for All Those Who Have Been There
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
Dear Jon, Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon, I hear you have a lady friend; How good for you. Unfortunately, I also hear you like to make women feel As if they are a lesser form of human And that Jon, That is not okay. Dear Jon, Do you have any idea How long the memories … Continue reading Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
I Tried to Play a Song
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call “human”,
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
Where Once the Salamanders
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
Milestones
This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones
Black Magic Can Heal Too
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don’t think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word “black” in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
Even A Little Lost
This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost
In Tehran
In Tehran, There is no hope, “A living hell” So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
Have You Ever Known…
Have you ever known A grown man to weep? It is A shameful Natural? Beautiful. Occurrence To witness As well as to experience. Have you ever known An infant to sob late into the night? It is A tragedy Of cosmic (comic?) proportions. Have you ever known A pachyderm to mourn The passing of another, … Continue reading Have You Ever Known…
For Fear
If you only knew That the horrors which bare their teeth from the shadows Bare them not Because they feel superior And because they wish to consume you, But rather, Because they are afraid And they are blinded By the light which you cast Into their world of only themselves, In which the natural light … Continue reading For Fear
On a Sunday Morning in October
There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October
In All Things
In all things The blade of grass The drop of dew The girl on the other side of the world who does not know How much she really means But will soon Even if she forgets again soon after In all things Light And a potential for it to go out Just the same as … Continue reading In All Things
You Will
For Pranad. If you dream it You can And may already have. If you follow it You will.
Watch the Light
Watch The light Move Listen To the sounds The way they bounce And reflect From and to Those who Need it to see Need it to hear What was there All along. Where does it go Why And what legacy does it leave behind?
Stories and Lore
Stories and lore! Stories and lore! How could We have forgotten Stories and lore?!
Failure by Design
Failure by design; The shareholders were silent, Beaming From the balcony below.
The Question
In love with the question, No answer would suffice.
Sisters, They
Sisters, They Sing so sweetly If only In a pitch Not meant For listening to.
The Stream
The stream had run Through the middle Of the property For as long As they had lived there But not a one Had ever known Why Or from where It flowed. Now They know.
Now, We Wait
I We We because There is no I Where we We came From A dream Came in A cloud A storm In which There only was And there was only Not. Now We wait.
Pinprick Curl
Pinprick curl: You and I. Fold and grow… Fold and grow. All things must… All things must. Divide… To align. Divide… To survive. Built to… Built to go: To fall from the counter To linoleum and rubble Below.
“We’re Going to Talk About Judy”
This is Not a poem, At least not As you are used to, But I Have been quiet; It is not for lack of love, As I have missed you dearly, I simply had Nothing to say. I finally have Something to say.
Where Two Lines Meet
Often Conflict Beauty Hope Where two lines meet
That Which Does Not Waver
In this life it seems We are given Many precious objects and memories Which we treasure And love Above All but those We hold dear It would seem That what is precious Does not remain But rather traverses The dunes of time To be encountered and cherished But never to be taken As fixed We … Continue reading That Which Does Not Waver
A Pause
At times A pause Is needed A break In time To rest In the stillness Reflect upon What has been And prepare for What is yet to come The sun shines bright On a world of whistling white drifts and slush-filled alleyways And on the air There is a touch of spring A sense Of … Continue reading A Pause
The Hum of a City Waiting
So the day has passed And now I sit Contemplative Resting in the comfort and stillness of the night air Watching As shadows move across the ceiling above As the walls hold strong in their resolve to remain I listen To the gentle sound of the wind And can hear as well Passing cars Laughter … Continue reading The Hum of a City Waiting
Until the Room is Quiet Once More
I will Wait Until the sound has made Its mark upon this stage Until the clock has left Its mark upon this face Until the room Is quiet Once more Was once we did create When the hour was growing late When the day began To waste away Now we only lay Lay To waste … Continue reading Until the Room is Quiet Once More
Never Have I Seen Before
Never have I seen before A light that shines as yours What you exude Cannot be found In markets or in stores. The world around you seems to glow Colors come alive Time seems to slow To shimmer To stop Your silhouette Captured In the very light Which falls around you like snow. Never have … Continue reading Never Have I Seen Before
There Should Always Be a Light
There should always be a light, But sometimes There is only darkness.
It Is Quiet
It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be
Day Bleeds to Night
Day bleeds To night As the Long rays of Warm light Fade in To view Fade out Of sight
Arcane
You’re so Arcane In Every way Just a stalwart to be For the better part Of a century You kept So quiet As every tear drop Fell Upon the stone Watch the hands On the clock Far above Turn the day away As the sun turns Just the same ‘Round the same Same old Earth … Continue reading Arcane
On the Edges of Oblivion
There is no storm so great as that which gathers In the space bereft the light of the sun In the space outside Of sight Of mind Of time Resting Just on the edges of Oblivion
Art Is
Art is An exploration of self To self An analysis Of what it means To communicate To express To feel The artist carves their statement Out of whatever medium Into existence From nothing A complexity Arisen from a force not accounted for Which begins At the center
A Waiting World
Ice grey trail Stonework cracked All smiling and white from fallen snow But beneath You are still Dirt and worms Moss and grass A waiting world Stories Hold for Sunlight summer
Disintegrate
Disintegrate: To be removed From a state Of integration.
Fragile
The world turns Faster At times Than we might like it to Exposing as it does The fragility of our lives As we grow And age And one day fall back to the soil once more
The Oarfish Has Arisen
The Oarfish has arisen From its home beneath the waves It journeys from the shadowed depths To the surface to be safe It feels the earth’s vibrations In the silence where it dwells And in this way knows many secrets Which it can nor will ever tell The Oarfish has arisen Board the windows Lock … Continue reading The Oarfish Has Arisen
The Good Days
The good days come And then go So quickly. At times We are left Wondering; Have our best days passed us by, Are they still to come, Or are we living them now?
At Times, We
At times, we Want so badly for something to believe in That we will believe Anything. At times, we Want nothing more Than for everything to go As it is supposed to, As it should, As we so badly wish it would, But just as often We find That life proceeds In a direction unplanned … Continue reading At Times, We
In a Cold State
We groan And yawn Restless But contained Within walls Which house our forms As well as the warmth which makes them so We huddle In sweaters And under sheets Comfortable But restless Waiting for the Earth to turn Watching for the sun to rise We live In a cold state
The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
The outcome of the daily weather does not depend entirely upon The gusts of wind which carry over the oceans and seas From the turning of the Earth And the centrifugal force of its incredible mass Rather There are the most minute imperfections Movements Of beasts and of individuals That shift the balance ever so … Continue reading The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
Some Moments
Some moments Are never lost But live on In memories We should hope That the memories we forge Are those based On times of joy And moments of progress As well as those That help to remind us where it is we came from And the choices we have made The risks that were taken … Continue reading Some Moments
There is a Time
There is time For pressing forward For strength And there is time For rest.
Only Distance
The wind whistles softly Through the space between Point A Point B All the while Stars rush outward Approaching their maximum possible velocity Leaving behind Only distance
Off the Map
You were Off the map But somehow I found you.
Life, and the Path It Follows
The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows
The Cold Slips In
The cold slips in Through the thin sheets of glass which separate What lies within From the outer world And over time A chill is felt As hairs stand on end A warning A call for warmth and a reminder That harsh conditions exist Just inches from the space we inhabit Inhospitable Unfriendly Improbable and … Continue reading The Cold Slips In
Each With Their Own Story to Tell
Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell
On a Cold Day in January
On a cold day in January I watch As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground Softly Retaining their elegant structure To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth Even in distribution A reflection In so many ways Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it’s fragile form In time The … Continue reading On a Cold Day in January
A World of Open Doors
From smashing rocks To smashing atoms; The human learns: Wonder Is a doorway To understanding, And understanding Is a world of open doors.
To Not Be Filled with Wonder
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
Home
Whether you return after the day is done To a warm bed and a meal Or to a place where no-one goes Where the world outside does not seem real You should always know you have a home You have a place where you are valued A space in which you and your life exist … Continue reading Home
You.
My dear, Do you not understand, Your value is inherent; There is nothing can define your worth, In your heart it is apparent. The way you smile, The way you laugh, The way you view the world around you Each little thing that makes you “you” Makes me so glad I’ve found you. I care … Continue reading You.
You Are Always Near
My darling though there have been times When your body is not here I know I’m never quite alone For you are always near I hear you in the blowing wind Which dances with the trees I see your smile in the sun Which filters through the leaves When rain or snow fall from the … Continue reading You Are Always Near
Black Dog
Black dog wakes up in the morning and looks outside so he can see the sky; He likes to watch the sun rise. But then it’s back to sleep, Gone, but for a moment, Lost in dreams until the master cries: “Oh, black dog… rise.” Yearning, Dreaming of another; Life it seems Is always passing … Continue reading Black Dog
Fog Moon
Empty Feel like Something Not right Dead dreams Dark night Fog moon No light Sun rise New day New hope New way
All the World Waits
All the world waits For you Though surely there are times Where it may feel Like it is just beyond your reach A realm unto itself To be observed But not to be interacted with Know this That you are Not alone There is so much that is not understood About this place which we … Continue reading All the World Waits
From Nothing
We were born So long ago Forged into being Made to be Something From nothing A vast expanse From an empty void Spinning outward Driving onward Until We are nothing Once more
Where We Fit In
There is no sky above No Earth below Just space Time Unfolding Collapsing and expanding Flowing through Around Between All of objects and the distance between them Filling Each and every corner Until there is nothing to separate The black from the white The light from the darkness The shadows of night From the glow … Continue reading Where We Fit In
Of What, I Am Not Certain
I remember when Our eyes opened With the rising of the sun The smell of morning air And a renewal that cannot quite be captured In words Can only be felt But for a moment I remember standing Behind a frozen pane of glass Staring out Into a world of swirling white Wondering Whether there … Continue reading Of What, I Am Not Certain
A Reflection of That Which Lies Beyond
Sometimes I cannot help but to be drawn Into a state of awe and utter fascination At the magnificent complexity of the world in which we reside The beautiful diversity of life within it And the vast array of relationships that develop Both within and between the two I am at times overwhelmed While simultaneously … Continue reading A Reflection of That Which Lies Beyond
Towards a Greater Success
Our flaws are what make us who we are They help to build us into the person we are meant to be Sometimes We just need to see our flaws for what they are And embrace them Turning weakness into strength Turning fear into understanding Turning adversity into opportunity Without flaws We would all be … Continue reading Towards a Greater Success
On the Value of Positive Interaction Between Dissimilar Entities, or The Unfolding Tragedy of the Modern Human Interplay
I have come to believe, or at least suspect, that one of the many major flaws with our current social structure and indeed our current status as a race of human beings that will be uncovered by future generations (should there be any), is that there is a serious lack of positive interaction, perhaps able … Continue reading On the Value of Positive Interaction Between Dissimilar Entities, or The Unfolding Tragedy of the Modern Human Interplay
Something To Call Mine
Sunset, sunrise The day; Colliding with the night. The light, the skies The fire in your eyes Burned bright While I Was standing by your side Eyes wide Until You looked at me and sighed And said “Alright, Let’s give this thing a try” Inside I died In that period of time Then was Revived … Continue reading Something To Call Mine
A Warmth Remains
Outside There is a cold Which pierces every layer Finding flesh And chilling Right to the bone Inside There is a cold as well Which finds its way through all defenses Bereft a source Undefined in destination But pervasive in all There is no motion No gale on which the chill arrives It is a … Continue reading A Warmth Remains
May We All Be Blessed
As we begin another year We must look back At what has already passed As well as ahead Towards what may still come to be Recognizing That though many difficulties have stood in our way We have continued nonetheless. There are so many paths forward And each one of them is filled With pain as … Continue reading May We All Be Blessed
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