Poetry Monday

December 5, 2016

Here’s a new one for you. See if you can guess what the poem is referring to. It’s describing something that everyone has. A desire that holds all of us captive. Enjoy.

Condition

Reckless abandon,
but really, it’s not.

You’re consumed with something,
and even you don’t see it.

You’ve abandoned nothing,
open your eyes.

The reflection it stirs.
You’re captivated.
Refusing to remove yourself.

You hate it.
You love it.
You are engrossed by it.

There is no escape.
You never let it go.
It is simply ingrained.

It’s within all.

Poetry Monday

November 28, 2016

Written: March 26, 2013

Untitled

There are good times,
there are bad.
Holding on to troubles will
only make you sad.

What are you looking for,
for what are you searching?
Staying happy is all I wish for
you because you are hurting.

I care of your love,
I care of your hate.
To where it is directed,
I cannot assimilate.

I pray for clarity,
whatever the cost.
So that you might smile,
once more and oft.

Poetry Monday

November 21, 2016

Now I want to leave you all a note before you read this. At first glance it might seem incredibly offensive, and while it’s not meant to be, you could still struggle with what I’m getting at. I would suggest you pay attention to the meanings of the vocabulary I make use of, and I hope that you can appreciate a different perspective on this very serious and very sensitive subject.

Depression

A languish luxury
of the First World kind.
Afforded to those
that have the time,

to sit and think
to laugh and rhyme,
with every convenience
that makes life sublime.

They reside in the west,
men and women, depressed.
Leaving their coddled shell
feels like a difficult climb

even when there are stairs
conveniently cut,
but they would complain,
“They are covered in slime!”

It’s depression
and it feels like grime.

It’s depression
a languish luxury
of the First World kind.

Poetry Monday

November 8, 2016

Untitled

Headache.
Heartbreak.
Breath,
intake.
Ache.

Unclear.
Mistake?

They travel down from above,
the mind made sore.
The conscience wanders,
farther from a bore.

Hold fast,
be patient.
Hold on,
expectation.

Tribulation.
Question of,
designation.
Any consummation?

Unclear.
Mistake?

Why fake?
There is fear of inevitable heartbreak.
It inhabits its own place.
Its own space.
Its race.
Its face.

Unclear.
Mistake?

Everything is at stake.

Poetry Monday

October 31, 2016

Dao

Universal rehearsal.

Circle no,
cylindrical, never ending.
Whimsical no,
mundane, lacking anxiety.
Simple propriety.

Falls into step,
with a pleasurable harmony.
As does yin and yang,
coexistence in holy matrimony.
Lacking in hegemony,
complimentary symphony.

Never ending.
Increase with equal and opposite decrease.
Flux.
Something equal to Nothing.

It is, while it is not.
There is nothing inside nor out.
It simply does, but doesn’t.
With and without.

Both in and out.
Its resonance is the perfect silence.
Peace equivalent to violence.

Silence.

Poetry Monday

October 17, 2016

Imagine the Room Adjacent

Moonlight dances across the sill.
Creeps through the blinds.
Touches nothing but empty space, save the anxious woman in the room.

She breathes deep, drawing upon a synthesis of life and death.
It is death.
It is life.
It is truth.
It is a lie.

The mind it races.
Confused and afraid.
It cannot escape.
It knows only life.

The life she chose is powerful,
yet equally powerless.
It is lived in the mind,
not the world.

Where in the heavenly realms will she reside?
I beg the question,
I often set aside.

Poetry Mondays

October 10, 2016

Mondays will be for poetry. Enjoy.

You Return

Once I begin to forget,
You Return.
I was happy,
and then You Return.
I began to think you had left my minds eye,
but You Return.

I dreamt of you once again.
It was a crisp fall morning, in the month of November.
You’ve pervaded my dreams a second time.
I saw Your family,
a family I wish I had sometimes.
I saw my family, as broken as ever.
Handcuffs cinched.
cries of desperation.
torture.

My eyes could not meet Yours,
For my loss was great
my heart heavy
You Return.
Once I begin to forget,
You Return.