Category Archives: #dreams

OLD FAMILIAR WAYS

i cut myself today

upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear

who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)

like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days

and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived

with how we cling to
our minds  always
sharpest when comes fear

until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest

final air
is what we become my dearest
friend     internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams

:: 07-18-2015 ::


A POET WITH EMPTY WORDS

Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life:  I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun

::-::


OH FAIR TIS LIFE!

Oh fair tis life!
like the meant dream
which bows to hearts
my maiden comes
like a music which
cobbled stones sing
(the horse knows)
and like my own
expectation comes
but she with a carriage
and mine just love
upon the air!

:: 02-06-2015 ::


ON LY DR EAMS

River dreams slipping rocks
and i swore i had a place
across your shores too
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat
and no one i think loves
the weaker one but i know
heat and life are a part
of tiny movements

always know i sometimes
dream but the current
moves me \\ i think
a revelation can catch me
but the river flows
like
time, what
space too
across your shores
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat

and i’m only just me
so i can only sing
“the river of life
can take you down
if only you believe,
if only you believe,
in dreams…”

:: 11-20-2014 ::