Smile

Deep down

Far beneath

In hidden corners

Shadows breathe

Sharpened teeth

and wicked words

those shadows speak

of violent deeds

They’re in my mind

They stain my thoughts

They think they got the best of me

But I laugh

and smile back

because I know

They’ll die with me

Craved Silence

There is no such thing as silence

to be alive leaves no room for quite

The heart carries a rhythmic beat

With every breath, it all repeats

Even blood flows like an endless stream

Sound is linked to every act of life

I crave the quiet

I wish for silence

I can’t escape the roaring in my head

A crowd cheering, an audience caught in rapturous being

I sit in the pews, feet tapping to an anxious feeling

I squirm in my seat, desperate to leave

This isn’t for me, I want to be free

But the preacher continues his sermon

and speaks forth light of new day

I continue to sit in my seat, obedient and pained

Ironically, my desire for quiet, goes on in silence

A Poet’s Lullaby

The Flower of the mind blooms at night

It shines brightest under the lesser light

Its pedals fall and worry fades

and a rebirth quietly takes place

memories recalled by the unconscious mind

play out like a second life

Not renewed, and not concluded, but just continues on, undiluted.

Born With a Restless Mind

They’re in my head. They cry, lie and never die. There is no end, it goes on and on an infinite line. There are no stops no breaking lights. A coaster rolling coast to coast it goes unheralded by most. Faster spinning gauges flipping levers tipping around and around it goes!

A breath,

A sigh,

A nervous cry, and it comes back to the beginning: A whisper in my mind.

Enemy in my Head

Stop pretending and begging

excuses dead and left buried

potential rotting and hanging

the list of failures unending

You’re a virus that’s spreading

I’m sick of hearing you breathing

and yet you whine about living

you don’t deserve to die easy

Welcomed End

They say the world will end

and I can’t wait.

They say the world is dying

I say, “Hurray.”

I’m just so tired of pretending

That I’m not excited

to see the end of days.

To those that say we need to change

I say, “It’s too late.”

The world will light up into flames

and give life to a new age.

What’s it like?

It’s like a stray burst of lightning connecting Heaven and Earth. It strikes with such speed and blinding force, it obliterates all time that came before. Nothing exists but the desperate attempt to make sense of a light forever burned into our eyes.

At times it feels like a cage. Maddening and lonely, dark and unholy. It eventually rots and festers into rage and self pity. With time, you learn to mold it into new life and reform the sacred garden. I try to remember the days I tasted the fruit of grace. It’s so sweet, I can’t help but forget that to savor it best, it must be given away; else it turns back into a cage.

It’s like carrying the weight of creation; while doubting your strength to bear it.

It’s like being forced to be the Arbiter between Good and Evil; while recognizing them as siblings.

It really is like nothing else that came before, and like nothing else that’ll come after.