Tag: art

born

wind carries old wounds
whipping around, enflamed…
worries spark like lightening,
dark clouds smell of shame,
guilt hangs heavy like thunder,
pain, but bound inside the rain…

I sit amidst this tempest
upon a glowing flower in bloom
spilling from my eyes are temples
within my palms, the moon…
dressed upon my chest, my heart,
cradled safety within my womb

upon a cross, i lay my form
in quiet solitude
unmoving, unflinching, all embracing
i dare to non conform
for at the interface of light and dark
my nothingness is born

hidden inside

i found the door within my heart
and opened it…
words, without sound, ushered me
into this light filled space
and into the moment…
oh breath! you take me as a bride
on her wedding day-
your soft embrace, covers me
with a warm salve
assuaging my fears;
and as my body floats forward
a mirror glows, reflecting my soul…
in wonder and in praise i sigh,
for the love within this heart
is but a dim reminder of what remains
hidden inside…

destiny

Words settle like dust upon my soul
Written well before my heart’s
Awakening, engraved while yet this
Life of mine was but a song
Of songbirds in the sky
I am but a walking verse
Lips and tongue describe me
As bards cherished the tales they’ve sung,
This epic, so long ago begun,
Takes root now, growing inside the warmth
Of fate’s sweet sun, as I tarry off to grow
Within my destiny….

There’s nothing left to question, the tale
Is already spun… what is now is but a
Task to walk upon the road
And fulfill the feats designed for me.

regret

it’s a sad resolution
this end of year mess
this nightmare that has no waking relief
this wound that has no dress
i am but a sailor adrift at sea
i am but a boat with no anchor
floating invisibly
what will happen to this heart of mine
when the cold winter blows though
the tattered halls of what once stood strong
there is nothing left for me
there is nothing left to see
sorrow and regret dogging days
with cold remorse
and hate
and tears that fall as cold as frozen rain
oh life! you can be cruel, i know
and i am nothing more than a joke
drifting off the shore

fly

Weary, i put my head down for
Just a moment
And close my eyes
The light, too far away for me to see,
Lingers just on the edges of my exhaustion
And while my heart’s wings have spread
Into a beautiful gossamer waves,
I fight to keep up with the sounds
Of echoes that follow me..
Grateful for all that flows within,
My eyes close and restively
Wait for the next opportunity to fly

Fuzzy visitor

It’s as if music in some far off
Distant place is playing,
And all I can hear are echoes
Ringing and buzzing within my head-
Oh! to hear this music presently
And to feel the deep sound…
My heart jumps in adulation of a
Celebration I am but a fuzzy visitor for

races

i am floating within a dream;
boxes of memories,
compartmentalized and ordered….
i soar above and recall
all the feelings packed
into those little square spaces-
in, but not of, my soul remains
inexplicably connected to each
sorted row, where space and time
meet, where the interface explodes;
i am but a traveler, meandering
down and upon these dusty roads.
i am a fly that scurries in the autumnal winds
waiting for inevitability; fleeting such,
is the way of life-
this dream and i, creating boxes of time;
and i am not afraid of what’s to come-
for within these folds of order,
any race to be had, has already been won