Category: Poetry

Another night arguing with angels & devils.
Worried if I’m worthy of my cerebral revels.

Did the door handle to my isolation tank lock?
How long have I been marinating in my own stock?

I’ve probably now pruned both my fingers & my brain.
I expect I’ll escape before my heart’s a bloodstain.

Though, there’s much to be said for a blackout every night.
Sensory deprivation so the crazy shines bright.

Just a short measured time for all the shadows to scream.
Unwind your whole spool & let it recoil in a dream.

Hope lay bleeding! Hope lay dead.
Is that, maybe, just our heads?

Front row seats to dumpster fires?
Touch the sockets; these two wires?

Bethlehem’s new rising star?
Liberty, feathered & tarred?

Open wounds do not need salve?
Is our country soon to halve?

Hope, we cannot ever cede.
Still, that bitch can really bleed!

Nurture the ruler & the hart.
Help organisms do their part.

Minds should have charge to nourish pumps.
The pulse should cheer the brain with thumps.

Give way & allow all good things.
Fill your stores with whatever sings.

Feed the hungry crone & maiden.
Mothers’ kitchens twicely laden.

Warm hearths for the weary & cold.
The kind are richer than fried gold.

I once had a heart; but they get broken.
I once had a dream; but I have woken.

I once was quick; but now I have grown slow.
I once was certain; but cups overflow.

I once had a tribe; but peoples disband.
I once held love; but I released his hand.

I once believed; but still, brocade grows bare.
I once wanted faith; but dogma’s unfair.

Once, I was all about who I could be.
Now, I am sure I’m quite right to be me.

I have one mother & I’ve no father.
My birth name will not curse any farther.

I cannot but try to mark life better.
So, I work by a new group of letters.

Most of life’s living is a robot dance.
It’s ridiculous repetitive trance.

Wishes aren’t real; for, I’d’ve been long dead.
I have made those wounds & have seen them bled.

No more mainlined reflections, Adonis!
Our hopes & efforts are all we can promise.

Have you ever shown sincere interest in me?
Now, look past the surface; all else is filigree.

You assume what I share is all that there is.
Yet, I curate it all so you’ll think I’m a whiz.

I fill the silent space that keeps you content.
Then, I listen in turn to your every red cent.

No one ever set out to be your burden.
Though, it’s down to you that I throw no more words in.

Defensive & cruel without half measures took.
See, all I really needed was two elbows crooked.

There is always hope…I hope.
So, there is always pain mundane.

In the fullness of time, all prevail.
Unless, of course, they fail.

All weaves wear thin & fade their dies.
In time, even truths & lies.

A loom’s product both flatters & chides.
These clothes do hide our hides.

Our hopes & pains wont always fit;
Change is constant, change is it.

Sisters lost & sisters gained.
Brothers gone & brothers pained.

Children spent & parents paid.
Parents visit children laid.

Mothers broken & mothers healed.
Fathers fighting sword & shield.

Uncles, Aunts & cousins left.
Leaving leaves them all bereft.

Family downs & family ups.
These, empty & fill our cups. 

When is it; that you were last humbled?
What hearts must you admit you fumbled?

How cold are you, when others need warm?
Are you safe harbor within a storm?

Do you help others glide aloft?
Are you so hard, that you’ve nothing soft?

Do you review your interactions?
Do you lend aid to outside factions?

Just how often do you say sorry?
Is life, to you, one cruel safari?

Do not fret, for I’ll have writ it down.
I’ll have transcribed my entire crown.

Pay your homage to my cagey wisp.
Remember well my voice & my lisp.

You’ll crack open my books when I’m gone.
There you finally see that I shone.

I never lied, only embellished.
The humor pulled from doom, I relished.

The words I will leave are my tribute.
They will mean the same out loud or mute.