slow exhaustion fills my head
and my heart with intolerance
and cold;
so slow… moving as if I’m stuck
inside a dream on pause-
escaping just so often to breathe-
releasing just enough to sustain life-
so lost inside this empty pool-
devoid of water, dark like night,
feeling concrete sides of my subconscious
rising around me…
breathe- i remind myself- breathe
and all will fill again as rain falls;
yet for now, i sit and wait-
waiting on my beloved to respond
to my calls for help…
wisdom is a world away
Tag: poetry
The owl
The owl
Brown and dusty, glowing gold
Eyes closed
Feathers crown a face of glory
And repose
As you sit and wait for me
To dive within and snatch my prey
Nothing exists without, today,
And answers, once longing, now truth,
Scurry about, hiding from my wandering eyes-
Nothing remains hidden… nothing
Unforgiven
For soon this light shall rise again
Again
The red hot embrace
Of anger’s cruel arms
Intertwine past and present
Until fact and fiction are but a blur of crimson
chaotically swirling around this head…
Bleeding heart, dripping silence onto the floor,
Lingers so hopeful- like a beaten dog
Like a loveless child
Until all that’s left of my red disease
Is hate and hell
And damnation
….Again
Guilt
An old friend knocked at my door-
She was dressed in black,
A hood covered her face;
Long since hidden,
Long ago locked away,
Her unshackled banging
Upon my chest broke the silence;
She’s come back!
Covered in speckles of anger,
Pain painting her face,
This forgotten friend found me-
Tormented, yet unbroken, her smile
Liked of shame and ungentleness…
And what of the words I’d say?
Guilt, you always know where to find me,
Friend of many long years-
I wished you away….
Yet this nerve within me, exploded,
And you’ve spilled your vileness
Upon my doorstep yet again
nothing but night
Silence broken
Still waters uneasily ripple
As screams across the mountainside
Echo upon my soul-
These ears! So attuned to nothing
Bleed in despair
All is lost! She whispered
All is lost! As song birds silently
Smoke upon the grounding of her breast…
Nothing left, darkness swallows
Insatiable night, red stars twinkle now
Within this heart
As anger takes control
And sadness licks his lips in delight
And shame hides within the dusty corners
And guilt lies drunken and swollen
Oh dark night, leave this heart to suffer
Upon the doorstep of fear…
There’s nothing left of light
There’s nothing left of light
Folds of time
i follow the wings of a butterfly
into the moment-
this future, born from what’s passed,
like soft embers glowing that
only present eyes can grasp…
and this heart! reckoning a thousand lifetimes, sweetly beats into mine,
as memories fall upon my breast;
a thousand hellos, as many goodbyes
we lose not what we keep,
within the immortal folds of time
Decay
Pain and Anger cling to each other;
as Guilt fuels Pain’s fire-
when the ashes spread,
so does the blaze;
eating through the foundations
leavind naught but hot dust
smelling of decay
a message
this morning i saw
a message in the sky
written from beyond the folds of time-
and i knew it was you
for it was just two straight lines,
that didn’t touch,
but connected, in a message of love….
and i gave thanks and smiled
and drove away…
when timelines collapse
distance will fade
on meditation
this illusion: so fleeting, so impermanent;
nothing remains when the last breath is drawn-
emotions, false in their knowing, convince
us that there is no end to suffering,
there is no end to lack-
yet, little emotion, flies like the wind
across the valley of soul,
searching for life to feed into, and off of…
as questions arise and fall…
my soul wonders in ecstasy and agony;
and without the bane of either-
i dwell upon the snow driven plain
of this moment
listening to sounds of time roll past
whispering secrets of eternity
singing
the door has closed and like
a period at sentence end,
marks a final resting place
for these thoughts…
you! the unnerved, unsettled
and oh so vulnerable heart,
i am letting you go…
this falling, falling, falling-
forged by my own longing-
and set loose upon my soul,
is no longer good enough,
i’ve heard the calling, it’s time to grow….
though i forgive, myself
and others for the pain
that’s plagued me so, it’s now time
to just listen,
to the ancient songs that have been singing
calling this old soul home
the SIBYL'S SONG 