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
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?
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)
In love with the question, No answer would suffice.
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
The days are washing over Like so many crashing waves Each moment passing Never lasting Transient as the shadow-casting rays Just as the water laps the shore The minutes flood our minds Inward bleeding Then receding Taking with them pieces of our lives So let us not hold tightly this Who we are and what … Continue reading All Must in Time Flow
There is An empty sort of calm That comes on days such as this An awareness That transcends expectations While at the very same time Reaffirming each of them One by one As we age We learn to be alone To hold our own All the while still clinging To that primal urge To be … Continue reading An Empty Sort of Calm
To seek and achieve greatness Is a constant and unrelenting process Paradoxical in that Once achieved Greatness quickly fades to the mundane Requiring exceptional efforts once more To define the new standard An iterative process which repeats itself Endlessly In every facet of life as we know it From the drive to acquire financial and … Continue reading Greatness
Home is A concept ill-defined Why then Do we concern ourselves so With the constant pursuit thereof And the perception of others thereupon? Even to feel "at home" In these mortal coils Which we refer to as our "self" Is often an arduous task And one predisposed To fluidity And a curious tendency To place … Continue reading Home Is
I was conversing The other night With the voice on the wind On the topic of self And perspective We were discussing How the universe exists Inside of the mind And how naturally The mind places itself at the center As we spoke I posited What I should do To reject this Seeking at the … Continue reading That All Else Might Be Illuminated Instead