It's dark. This is always where I was heading. Any surprise... It's for... It's for... It's for... The crushing disappointment Hasn't been crushing for some time. Not because I've made different choices But because of the choice I keep making. I am removed, No longer tempted But sated at all turns Hungry for nothing But … Continue reading Deja Vu
Tag: Writing
The Muse
Whether pen or pixel, have it close The muse moves swiftly as a ghost Unencumbered by thought or meaning Or time or place or convenient leaning The muse won't wait, she's an impulsive girl She saunters in and lights the world And I'll scramble like a love struck boy All elbows and jostle, to record … Continue reading The Muse
Dipping a Toe: It’s Messy
Am I ready For "Trump" And "Bannon" and "The Alt Right"? Am I ready for the hate they inspire? The problem is not them. The problem is the hate. And I don't think I'm ready. The strength you need to take in hate and convert it to love is beyond me. I would much rather … Continue reading Dipping a Toe: It’s Messy
Birds on a Wire
My ideas, again, flown Like birds on a wire. They sit for a moment Usually until I disturb them with a look And then, alas...they alight One great cloud of inseparable beauty That I can never touch or examine But only relish that I was there for the alighting And disappearance. And that I am … Continue reading Birds on a Wire
Stopping by the Internet on a Snowy Night.
I don't believe in anything Except the confusion, And, sometimes...perception. Ranting at or because of Facebook is like...I can't even say. But it has been said. And I hope I can quietly change And learn to better live... But I hate going to sleep, when there are pixels left to eat, when there are pixels … Continue reading Stopping by the Internet on a Snowy Night.
Desk Chair Humanity
Desk chairs Corner office Confused around a table. A gaggle of chairs. The building, I can't see it's end or sides or back. There are so many desk chairs. And so many offices with so many tables. There are so many desk chairs, confused around tables. There are so many buildings that I can't see … Continue reading Desk Chair Humanity
Alone. Awoke.
There is something he doesn't know And I hope he never knows it I knew it at 24 And I've been clawing, fighting And giving up Since then It tried to know me at 10 But I wasn't ready And, of course, our world Our human world Encourages us all to not be ready So … Continue reading Alone. Awoke.
