Burnt

Missing that ocean from afar
Is destruction strikes the core.
Passion overflows this mind,
as the tide once came each morning.
All things change, grow, move, live, create
but when does the end become the beginning?
Will we realize that actions leave scars that run deeper than we comprehend?
World like an infant will only survive with care.
Coherent thought abandons this mind
And the image of the unregulated world horrifies.

Missing that ocean from afar

it's vast importance close to heart

The damage which we demonstrate

burns this drifting soul.

Hint of a Memory

wake from this dream
as the chaos around
morphs from a blur to a vague shape
these nights consume the scrap of soul
in which my memories lie
sheets soaked through from
nightmare's cold sweats
but He is there
gentle hands hold back thrashing limbs
calm eyes stare deep into this frantic mind
and suddenly, She remembers

silent moment seems eternal
until she collapses against strong shoulders
and lets a single tear fall before asking

how long?

Infinity

These eyes close
at the end of the never ending day
and with a
sigh she lets all her pain float away.

Great escape
she found one way to ease that pain.

The sun comes
bringing new inspiration

Her pen flows
spilling dark ink over
clean white in
never ending day

Drifting, Soft and Without Corners

Think strong, move soft


quiet breath



I smile, quietly to myself

as I listen to that song

you sang the day you

saved me

from myself



I close my eyes as the world melts away

and we are all there is

and in a breath you're here again

the reason I still live



with ocean drifting gentle hands

guide me through the night

and when I wake it is, just once,

without a hint of fright.


Memory of this love like soft, sweet petals

I smile, quietly to myself

as I listen to that song

you sang the day you

saved me

from

myself

Perspective

green grass grows all around all around
while somewhere else the grass won't grow
the sun won't shine and the rain never ends
green grass grows all around all around
while somewhere else the grass just burns
the sun just shinies and the rain never comes
green grass grows all around all around
while somewhere else the grass is red
the sun doesn't matter and the rain sings out
a sad melody

Memory Like a Whisper

Nighttime beauty 

stuns them into silence 

as they lay back 

on warm sand 

and dream into the sky.  

Ocean calm, cool, steady 

leads them 

on a journey toward the edge of earth.   

Skin, 

wet, 

shivers 

beneath Ocean's breath.  

Reach up and pull a star from the sky 

they put it in a jar 

and the night is 

not so dark.  

Ocean, calm, cool, steady

carries them,

drifting, toward the edge of the Earth.

Breath, 

quiet,

quickens

beneath Ocean's waves.  

Nighttime beauty 

stuns them into silence 

as they lay back 

on warm sand 

and dream into the sky.  

Awakening

comfort of home 

calls me back  

from my mental meandering 

where, misplaced, I forgot about the music

I forgot about the sound

of mama mixin bread

and hummin aloud

comfort of home  

calls me back 

from my malignant meditation 

where, mesmerized, I forgot about the music

I forgot about the sound

of papa singin out to Beulah 

and smilin, proud

all to easily the mind will relent 

to lost souls' wandering 

mind sings a soft lament

when even those most treasured 

turn their heads away

it's time to recall the reasons

for waking another day

turn away the demons, 

look up from the dark,

and sing of love, of freedom, 

recall the living spark

then wake and greet the morning, 

wonder at the dark

Resource

time stops ticking

and smears along

and my head spins again

just a little longer

this time around

I won’t fall down

I need a sedative

cause you can’t just let me live

I need a sedative

to stop this internal pacing

but my mind will atrophy

without stimulation

I’m just at the border where the sane are

all too easily pushed

over the line

they lose their grip

on that bit of humanity

they desperately grasp

all instinct

animal

they fight to survive with whatever remains

and so with my mind I will crush you.

why aren’t you running yet?

Ghosts

can’t feel my face

my jaw is sore

yet still this young blood asks for more

with disregard for time and space

he smashes down the poison

at a rate that surely would

remove from him any

sense of human sin

 

and still I wait for him to see

the damage he is causing me

as I struggle beneath his weight

his clumsy hands and slurring voice

my heart recalls the gentle man

he used to be

Queen

This girl she thinks she’s a queen

she’s mean

words cut like a razor

but not so simple

if only Occam

could decipher

the sanity behind her babbling

this girl thinks she’s a queen.