Category Archives: #alone

BRAIN TRAFFIC

It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls

Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.

:: 03.27.2020 ::


SEPIA MIA

a creeping chill throws me cold: t he
skies have t urn SEPIA AND i completely

utterly melt into each word

birth’d — this elegie betrays the poet;

a confession unburdens the Spirit — you

are reading about the me of ‘i’ have always

loved you |mia /i shall meet you again to-now
within the theater of my Soul sure, sometimes
i have concern for the world as it continues
to devour my Feelings and sensibilities.

when can i love you again?

:: 03.24.2020 ::


A DEEP STATE OF YOU

“i’m listening,” i said.
“Well?…”

The words said:

“TELL me how a star can fall
Show me how to avoid it all
Touch my fish bowl but never
Never push me over — WATER!
The nostalgic drink for life
LOVE! — an elixir that
causes changes i’m trying to
hold it all TOGETHER!
i’m puppetized by you
Inside a deep State of You
I’m pauperized within me
Holding on holding on to
you-owe-you just you –”

U N G L U E D___!

:: 03.22.2020 ::


GHOST-FLESH

FORGOTTEN! are the fragmented memories as
touching the ghost-flesh of a missing limb ;a
bridge too far spanned beyond measure
and torn-bleeding feet bared for all to
witness/my Sweetest days
were alone with you
my brilliant Sun and her mistress of night
with silver-beamed light from her ageless face
the Moon\my Love is immeasurable, my Love’s
passion unmeasurable — we are too busy with
each other’s joy to notice; her nails are black
her neck is thin, her eyes anthracine-misty;
the very air within her presence a maelstrom
of mystery is where i am is where i go.

:: 03.21.2020 ::


TRYING TO PULL JESUS FROM HIS CROSS

i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad

called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\

:: 03.11.2020 ::


MY BRAIN BEGAN TO PONDER

MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.

‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.

:: 08062019 ::


A SUNNY MORNING

I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning;  just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt

I found the meaning of every
moment — dark;  a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat

It kept my tears neat

So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!

Just me and doubt.
:: – ::


SHOES OF NO FEET

AND time devours us all!

Where are the feet, I ask
that walk upon my shadow?

I see the empty shoes,
silence took a poker card
it’s face a sameness too

And my friend silence
said a big nothing,
asked again I did!

Where are the feet
that own these shoes!

Then silence spoke to me
“the shoes have their path,
the feet too”

:: 11-11-2014 ::