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?
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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.
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?
lost words
visions of words tumble
from lips dribbling
onto an unkept floor-
sense is lost to the chaos
of falling
as the heart remains quietly
stoic…
where is the light that lit up
this doorway between
disparity?
where is hope that gives wings
to flight and
legs to growth?
oh should these lost visions
yet fall more?
what will become of words
that cannot sound anymore?
this flood
it always seems to rain
when i ready my heart
to open-
such pain that pours from
the sky
leveling my mind
washing away all thought
but that which lingers now
of memory….
and where am i?
waiting for the heavens to clear
and the flood to drain
from the surface of my soul;
for i am nothing if not
consistent in this drowning
from my own sorrow
swim away
incomplete and flush with pain
the darkness in which
my feet toil and hands toil
creates waves of confusion
crashing inside a mind that
will not submit
and though i try to focus
this ball of energy, this life force,
that creates what I see and
what I know
i’m lost to the flame of insecurity
and unknown
there’s no quiet within my soul
with which to see the puzzle pieces
that comprise me
so falling beneath these moon swept
breakers of emotion
i suffer still, at the hands of a heart
too afraid to swim away
graveyard of memory
unopened doorways
harboring darkness and fear
outstretch whispers
calling to me-
it’s a graveyard of memory
that lingers within the deepest
corners of my hidden thought
binding me with secrets
untold and wistfully forgotten…
though the night weighs heavily
upon my soul
i hate more than i accept
and will not open that threshold
for fear of falling into the darkness
i lock inside there-
there’s no hope for letting go
and no resolve when i cannot
even acknowledge the lies
that so linger quietly within my heart…
truth within
these pieces of my heart fall
onto a puzzle board-
sorted by color and shape;
so as to be fit together
as my will allows…
digested upon visions
growing larger and more distinct
fill out my mind’s eye-
perhaps providing clarity
to pictures and sound…
lo that i am a somewhat tortured
soul
i would place these thoughts of myself
upon an altar of understanding
and allow what lingers as divine
within me to change what i know
to be
into what i see as truth within
eagles glide
standing upon this jagged
cliff
watching eagle wings glide
and water crash on rocks below me-
such that my entire body,
longing to fly,
ponders jumping from the very
edge at which I stand
and releasing my soul
back to the expanse of quiet
from which I became…
for the path where my feet
now find themselves
is sorrowful and full of pain-
i am lost to the clouds that
hover within my heart
and the wind that won’t silence
my mind
oh to be free from the shackles of
such life that binds me so
breaking glass
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?
the SIBYL'S SONG 