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.
& its all ours soon
Monday, March 23, 2015
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
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
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