Wednesday, July 12, 2017

A is for Story

Apples in the cheeks; swallows for tongues. In this forest there is no clear way to your heart of hearts. As night falls, I fear the space between shadows. I've left my crumbs behind.


And the shingled hut turns on it's single crooked leg away from my dagger. Every tree here bleeds a life and a song. Where then should I go if not forward into the heart of this story? Grimmer than grim.

It's not the moral at the end that matters but how we interact with the text. Snowfall to matches and hearts to sea foam.

I live, I die, my story remains. ...

And you my dear with your thoughtless words and even more thoughtless world, leave no trace.

Bladed Words

I cannot not lay claim to the apt description
That, ''she used her words like knives.''
There seems to be no better imagery than that of self imposed emotion.
What I find then upon every click, is a step taken.
To where, I do not know,
But what I do know is,
That is not how you tame the beast.
Nor is that how you sweeten the well.


I can choose how to feel,
So that time may prove true as to the relevant chair.
In fact there seems to be no greater need.
What I notice is that I am in a different room
Where the lights flicker
And the question is such
That the monsters beneath the bed
Choose to lay their tired brow on your chest.


THURSDAY, JANUARY 7, 2010

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 2009

I call you in, you've been out of the dark for too long.
Here is your seat
I've kept it clean, free of guilt.
Remember, how this feels?

Here is your place, it is ready.
Here are your bindings, they are ready.
Here is your old hood.
Remember, life is about to begin.
Behind moonlight, that's where I wait, for you to look up, to be more than a memory.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Anguish Less Than We

Drama is an evil that we men employ
Because we see so little and have so little faith.

That kindness, even to the littlest soul or to the saddest story, 
Will resound well after we are gone.

We will truly never know another's pain
Because we pray so little for them and instead hate.

That compassion, when we are about to hurt or lash out,
May well save a life, later on in the day.

Do this then, let your faith be bigger than anything else,
So that you may see a little more.