she glances my way
and smiles-
fate, this long legged
goddess that guides me,
saluting my path with
signposts of gold and green…
and when I feel lost upon
her winding trails
whispers from her soft voice
flow assuredly
that i’m right where I need to be…
oh friend, oh fate, you don’t leave!
and though I fear sometimes-
the subtleness with which you lead
grants me the peace
to keep moving forward
Tag: inspiration
same as always
fate’s toothy grin
found me today
and smiled-
she was giggling at
how lost I believed to be,
and with one silent swish
of her long black hair
i was launched
back through myself
only to find my own energy
lingering there
same as always… same as always
standing still
here, in the spot a year later,
still pondering
who I am
and what I see when my
reflection smiles back-
and what is life? oh wicked me!
so much traveling to remain
yet back where I began…
when does this end?
answers still linger in the ether
above my sight
and the more I try to pull them down
the less I understand…
please why, does this treadmill
of enlightenment keep me moving
only to stand still?
coffee
it’s funny what goes through
the mind
laying here alone,
fan blades turning in the heat
of darkness,
and you’re already gone
yet i’m smelling coffee
as if you made it in the morning
for me before you left
and i think perhaps that
i’m imagining things
until I realize it’s a skunk outside-
who would have thought
that a skunk would smell
like coffee?
i guess i miss you.
a higher road
lost to words trapped inside a flowing mind
there’s no where to go with these feelings
but through
and though the length of time to surpass
this pain is mighty
how can the a flower flourish without sun
or rain?
oh, the road is merciless, and the time
dear, and ideas that linger on the edges
of unmoving lips
are as pregnant as silence…
this journey, though walked slow,
is but a trip towards stars
that are yet unknown
so feet move, one by one, towards
a destiny sought by a higher road
secrets
dawn has broken through
and all that lingered within darkness
takes shelter …
hidden in shadows and
the dusty corners of soul
these secrets, yet to be told,
congregate-
oh weary traveler, take care!
for these ever patient,
ever persistent devils,
will not hesitate
and once they take hold,
you will not see light again
forlorn sun
forlorn sun, so sick
of pining after the moon
refused to rise this morning
and all that was hidden within
shadow danced with delight
oh light! though i wait for your
warm glow to find me
i sit within darkness
hiding from those dangers
that linger just below
when all is night, what heart
can withstand the cold wind
as it blows through consciousness
with dampened hope
that the sun may rise again?
on work today…
this slow death robs the heart
of passion and flame
just a slow drip of gray nothing
that lines a normal day
and this fire that burns, the heat
cannot stay when the drawl of nothing
sucks oxygen from air
and joy from an imaginative heart
oh this ever so tedious march-
death couldn’t come soon enough!
blue striped suits, and fake smiling
and deficit eyes that stare…
i am dying and don’t know how
i even got here…
beneath emotion
beneath emotion, lies a truth
that cannot be altered
or swept away
and though this fear hovers
protectively above my heart
in order to block that pain
that might take it
away, i linger yet, now within
the darkness of my own making,
where flow’s might cannot reach
and where divinity, though remains,
lies quietly
waiting for my soul to remove
the blocks that keep it
from itself
ground cover
disconnected energy,
blocked between,
stems words from heart-
cutting…
oh these beautiful flowers
now a bed of ground cover
for the dead-
how can roses that once smelled
so divine
become trampled upon the temple
floor of mind
such that there’s nothing left to
honor anymore?
the SIBYL'S SONG 