The pitting of micro meteorites
Erodes the first footsteps
On the conquered moon -
Abandoned.
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.
yakiba
poetry from the tempered edge
Tuesday, April 6, 2021
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,
Alignments.
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
keep
the folded slices
together with air
and and and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
and the raging suicide of pain
and and and
always
love
Monday, February 1, 2021
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Saturday, December 19, 2020
We don't talk anymore
We don't fight
We swung 'round in orbit
In the cold
In the dark
Suicide
Suicide
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
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