breaking glass
falls upon the steps at which I stand-
cowardly afraid to pick it up;
callously worried about myself
and how those shards might hurt me-
with no regard to the bloodshed
created for those who walk alongside…
and though I would die before
i hurt one i love
i am torn by the need for my own peace
and resolving who i am….
what is the point of loving when
the pain caused by my very being
resonates so strongly around me?
Tag: home
this white light
this mind of mine won’t stop spinning…
wondering…
hoping…
thinking that maybe all this
noise will eventually turn into
music or sound…
something that makes sense to me-
for all this- i’ve already heard,
but cannot grasp yet..
and the white light that
won’t let me sleep or dream-
would that it be removed from me
so that i can see this picture
that lingers on the outskirts
of my mind
when will the bells stop ringing?
when will the train pull into the station
and rest for a time?
oh i’m dreadful and tired
and i need your arms to hold mine
so i can sleep again
whirlwind of time and desire
would you mind closing your eyes
for a moment so i might
come in real closely to smell
the soft scent
of soap that lines your neck?
perhaps if you hold real still
you might feel my tongue
upon your skin as i taste
the sweat that’s forming
just below your chin
and oh, to feel your chest, rising
and falling like a balloon
hot and certain…
and would I fly away upon your lap
in a whirlwind of time
and desire
home again
sitting so silently
locked somewhere inside
your turning mind,
afraid that this one leaving
will be prolonged, you lose yourself
to the sands of drifting time..
and though I’ve tried to tell you
otherwise, that I’ll be home
again, you shudder and dismay
upon your couch of
insecurity
as I ready my bags and still my
heart to leave
unknown fear
the uncertainty with which
my feet step
line this path
with beating breast
and reflux…
alone with thoughts of what
may come
i hope for release from
this bellowing fear-
unknown possibilities
reflect back to me as I linger
at home waiting
for future’s tomorrow to take me
infernal singing
i am lost to the winds of time-
thrown into a space that
lingers near me, but not
fully that which is mine and i long
to remain here, singing
this song of forgetfulness
as i remember your face…
give me a kiss and remind me that
i am still here
waiting!
as i wait for the records to play
what dance am i to do with you
that we haven’t already done
today?
i find so fulfilling your
eternal embrace of sound
and thought
as if i am still here dancing
now,
as if you are still here with me…
and your longing that i can feel yet
across this time and space
captures my heart within my breast
as i feed your soul
with my infernal singing…
goodbye…
it feels like it hasn’t stopped raining
in days
just sheets of falling water, bleeding
from an angry sky
and though i would use this to cleanse
my heart of truth
yet, i cannot lie, you are the
clouds that circle my soul
in darkness, you are the water
that drowns my voice,
you are the ever falling, ever tumultuous
storm that i let linger within
me
because your thunder is all i have known…
now, i let you go, releasing
your rainclouds and lightening-
your darkness, but this simple string
that i hold within my hand,
and i watch as it flies into the heavens…
oh dark and faithless lover,
i bid you goodbye…
on a walk
bees hover just so slightly
over the waving grasses dotted with
small white wildflowers swaying,
breathing, as the wind blows…
and these giant feet of mine
are careful not to step upon a bee
or butterfly
and disrupt the flow of this
waving dancing ecosystem…
just a giant walking
as the air sweeps my hair back
and hips sway
love’s flow
hang me upside down
and see what secrets might fall
out of the pockets
of my soul-
filled now with memories still
unspoken…
and though I long to be free
from this fool’s gold that binds
me so
the wings that would let me fly
are pinned by the heaviness
that the past still holds…
bound now by illusions that weigh me
down
would that i could be the hanged man
and release to gravity that which
blocks love’s flow…
oh what i would give
just to lighten this load! and let my
heart soar into eternity…
a soulful tithe
this breathe of mine
that from these soft lips blows
towards you
is lined with a thousand I love you’s
whispered silently
into night…
and this aged head upon which
the white hair of wisdom flows
has grown old
waiting for your next finger’s
touch
and how your body grows, like stars
lit up by adoring eyes-
this longing is but a sweet and
soulful tithe
to gardens flowers and love’s
goodbyes
the SIBYL'S SONG 