Monday, March 23, 2015

My Tale


I hail from the land of the cul-de-sac; noble, peaceful and naïve, just like my home itself. In the dream of my youth I conquered dragons and saved maidens and rose to high status. The realm was mine. But alas, the hero must take on a new adventure. Off to a new land of uncertainty I went boldly; and uncertainty I did find. This new world of shadowy castles did not adhere to the laws of my homeland. Cast into a pit of opinions and thrown off kilter by the new scales of justice, I was lost. My adversary was no longer a boastful and evil monster. My enemies were sly and soothing, hidden and alluring. They were no longer in front of me, they came from inside me. Swords and bravado were used to no avail; a strike to the antagonist was a strike to my own flesh and heart. Upon this realization I became stupefied with an apathetic elucidation of my journey. This sickness of the soul persisted until a woman from the east appeared to my aid, unbeknownst to me. With a spirit pining for justice, she raged against the selfish and thoughtless. With an indomitable will and a visceral knowledge of the universe, she led me by the hand to the River of Truth and Light. After submerging myself in the waters, I was pink and human and fully aware of my true quest. Vulnerable, without the armament of lassitude or ultimate certainty, I set off on the path of creation and beauty, lungs and veins full of vitality. Alas, the path I was to take needed to be forged without the woman from the east. We parted with the unspoken promise to meet again, allowing fate to decide our reunion. Now, alone on my quest I march along with my shoulders high. The way may be long and weary, fraught with hardship and daring, a true test of will and wit. It is here I stand now, perpetually alone at a crossroads, with the whole world behind me.








Thursday, February 13, 2014

Late for a train, stuck in the sky







Trains i did not get on
distance is a soft sigh here

elegant Train, gorgeous machine
please stay if your one way
Aeroplanes are not for me
(alone and high)
can i feel your motion through the countryside
please
and not another soft sigh

Monday, February 10, 2014

call it a poem i guess

                          Catch That?

 walk around
                            and see
rosy children on a carousel
                        up and down
are forever wiser than me


pure soul's samsara

No (time) To Explain 


She woke up in a cold Room.
Quickly!
She found a knife in her pocket, thankful it wasn’t a pen this time.
HURRY!
A deep breath.
Just one…
Will you help me?”


Her little brother was in the Room.

The knife was gone now.

She sobbed in agony
                                                      of course.