My heart is drowning in black
Ooze, unable to breathe
It languishes and struggles
For air, oh life! You cruel cruel
Master, devouring my light
Releasing hope to the darkness
That now envelopes my spirit
And drowns the very essence
Of me
What can a heart do when it’s taken
From soul and left alone to
Search out safe passages;
Longing only to return back to the
Fire of home..
Lost to the darkness, muffled cries
Remain unheard as this heart
Beats without resolve
And I sink into the darkness
That’s taken hold
Tag: spiritualhealing
change
The heat is firing but my feet
Just can’t get warm;
It’s a weary heart that doesn’t beat
But once or twice,
Without vigor
Or deceit-
And from the frozen extremities
My focus of what’s lack,
Once flat and sure,
Glides from my mind and lands
Squarely upon the floor.
Slow wounds
Whispers of cold follow me
Sharp words spoken on swift breeze
Linking remembrances
Old wounds bitterly opened
As frost digests the ooze
Cracked and stiff and solidly
Locked in place
Until all that’s left of a beating heart
Is slow moans of love once flourished
Within sun’s warm embrace
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
silenced now
i’ve nothing left to spill from this soul;
i’m but a ghost,comprised of dust,
and what may have flowed from
my heart and fallen from my lips
is silenced now-
emptiness fills the spaces that once
breathed life to words,
and feeling to the thoughts within
my tattered soul…
silence remains like dirt upon a
lonely road, oh! this quiet
that invades me, pervades me,
torturous and true-
when will you leave me in peace
to find my inspiration again?
lost and drifting i am but a traveler
with no home
Ghost
don’t fall in love with a ghost;
she’ll haunt your halls,
moaning down your corridors,
calling your name on the wind-
and when you try to grasp her
and hold her in your arms
she’ll fall like dust at your feet-
and all you’ve ever desired
will float upon the miserable
breeze; an unfulfilled longing,
never to be quenched, an echo,
never quite caught up to-
until one day you look around
and understand you’ve been chasing
your entire life an illusion,
hoping to hold it and kiss and love it-
don’t let yourself fall for a ghost
she’ll only bring you nothing-
and nothing cannot sustain your heart
demon
The air thickens inside
Just behind the door
It’s been closed for years now
A demon lives behind it
She has my face
And certainly my smile
But she’s bleeding
And she won’t show it
And she sits quietly
Plotting revenge
And muttering to herself
Sometimes when I try to sleep
She scratches at my memory
Reminding me that she’s still there
Behind that door
Breathing that thick air
Waiting for me to release her
Upon my heart
who
longing for completion
and redemption,
floating upon waves of uncertainty
and false pride,
this hollow heart of mine
is singing to the illusion
that lingers within me, hoping
that one day clarity might find
shelter within these walls…
so lost am I!
so lost to the changing tides,
and time that doesn’t stop ticking,
and seasons that blossom and grow
only to fade away and die…
what is left but dust and ash?
who will trace my name upon those
heavenly pages within the sky?
space
i know not which way these feet
march as they walk towards some
infinite destiny;
i just know that while i walk,
my nose is slow to swallow
the smell of roses-
and my fingers to grip the hand
that holds mine-
and my eyes to see the beauty of
the sky….
within my heart lingers a slowness that
longs to be embraced;
within these folds of turning time
my mind finds space for silence.
chaos
the chaos that lies within me
burns for more of my heart-
it’s a fire fueled by emotion
and lines like flowers upon the
fields of my past.
i yearn for more, not knowing
that these poppies are poison
and my heart, though innocent yet,
doesn’t know how to remain
in the stillness of my moments
without some tumult
to turn the focus upon its head…
for too long this soul has nurtured
chaos as a friend, afraid to live
within the silence that would
bring upon me all that’s been done-
too fearful to look, to face the past,
i linger within my self made prison instead
hoping that one day change
might find this heart and still
the fires within my breast
the SIBYL'S SONG 