Tuesday, April 6, 2021

The pitting of micro meteorites
Erodes the first footsteps
On the conquered moon -
We turned inwards
With a fresh perspective
Of our blue marble.
We cannot wait to find
Peace in our inner space.
The silent Cosmos calls
For life.
Fulfillment is in doing.

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Bon Voyage strangers
I pass you in the street
Never to see you again
And sometimes I wonder
About your fate
Your journey
Not even a brief encounter
Just a slight proximity
You have dreams and fears,
Hatreds and loves.
Thousands of people.
Passing orbits,
Bon Voyage.
I remember a friend
I have not seen
Since she said goodbye
I'm lost
I'm lost
Bon Voyage

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

when the crushing darkness comes
scream, weep (if you can)
slowly fold your broken soul
into a semblance,
a resemblance of composure
and walk, meditate,
reach out to friends
and and and
the folded slices
together with air
and and and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
and the raging suicide of pain
and and and

Monday, February 1, 2021

I am the candle flame
I shall be a grain of sand on the beach
I am the wave, the process
inanimate matter before
alive for a sparkle of time
then diffused
a scattering

Sunday, January 31, 2021

I enjoyed my swim
I closed my eyes and floated
in the pool inside my mind.
Breathing, luxuriating
or just watching a candle burn
seeing the light, seeing the shadows.
My holiday for today.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

We don't talk anymore
We don't fight
We swung 'round in orbit
In the cold
In the dark

I couldn't take anymore

It wasn't the violence
But the cold that bit so deeply

We don't talk anymore
And I'm glad

I'm in a better place
And it has been a long time
The scars that burned so deeply
Will never fully heal

The zombie anger and resentment
Lurches through my mind
I can't bury it
So I vomit it on paper
In bile I say goodbye

We don't talk anymore
File under miscellaneous

Sunday, November 22, 2020

a song of freedom
wakes up the morning with 'yes,
here I am,' it floats
in the air, bold and fragile,
'this is my territory'

its heart flutters and
beats - in the wild, survival,
is to sing for home
(just a small urban corner),
it is to sing for love