A series of poems, from our favorite feline friend, Lucas the Cat. "I see the birds"By LucasI see the birdsUp in the trees,I see the birds;Can kill them please? "Laptop-top is me"by LucasOn lap top sits laptop,This, I see,So sits on laptop;Laptop-top is me. "I meow for food"By Lucas"I meow for food,Human please?!Don't you hear?Don't … Continue reading Three Poems by Lucas the Cat
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
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 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
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.
I want to run Through the dark and into the forest beyond To keep pace with the coyotes To ride the columns of air that carry the crows high above the tallest trees I have never quite felt at home Here amongst the bright lights and ticking clocks Always missing Something I want to return … Continue reading Always Missing Something
What sacred spectres are these, What sacred spectres are these, To whom you call out to when down on your knees, Whom you wish to appease, With your chants and your pleas, Whose visage you accept without question, Without sight Faithfully? Can you not see, Can you not see, That the spirit exists Manifests endlessly, … Continue reading What Sacred Spectres are These?
I have heard them say You should know your place You should know What you are "for" Fools, every one For they do not know Do not realize That there is not such simple means For defining what is inherent within We all are born Wet and alone Searching soon for Legs on which to … Continue reading I Have Heard Them Say
"Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible sun within us." - Sir Thomas Browne Rise, and let the light fall down upon those you love. Do not forget that you are so much more than what you perceive. Does not the aged oak draw rays down but in doing so cast … Continue reading This Flame, This Sun (Three-Day Quote Challenge v2, Day Two)