The Departure

Fields of sparrows end in a twilight patch

Fallen tree’s ice

And a curved whisper

On the fringe of night.

The chilled heart in its sadness

Becomes whole once more -

For the ice can freeze up

The cracks in the heart.

The space in that time

Was beyond any rhyme.

The trees were too bright

The crystals seemed in flight.

The broken tree lying

Was a natural plea.

More.

A.

A window bright

A room alight

A happy memory

A better moment

A beam of light

A fright

A night full

A tunnel

A light

A touch

A hand to clutch

All’s right.

The Fable

I want all my feeling to be able

To transfer itself like a fable

Then my purpose would be clear:

I’m here to trust, not to fear.

I’d feel better if I did not regret

All the things I haven’t done.

I was supposed to be the one.

A shield for everyone to believe in,

A kaleidoscope see-saw given a spin.

I am wonderful,

I am not.

It doesn't matter.

I’m all I've got.

All (a 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 poem)

If I had an older brother than me, you see,

He would have told me this feeling comes naturally.

I cannot say what I feel (I’m afraid)

My eager arms are all but stayed,

By the thoughts in my head,

Which need to be said,

But they can’t be,

Can’t be free.

Willing heart.

Start. 

No Sense for Nonsense

A pointed finger blows in the wind

Bespectacled eyes look away.

It is not easy to see those we love fall.

Alas, the chariot of the sun passes by

And people hold hands in the sunrise –

Without the need to make sense.

What was it, that pointless scheme, sense?

We would have all been better off without it.

Heads held high,

Tears dry in the wind

In the sense.

My eyes fall to the depths instead.

Everyone else understands,

Why not me?

The point is to not make sense.

Then no one knows that you have the burden of infinite truth.

Which destroys my nonsense.

The Watch

The chain fell endlessly down,

The watch-strap endlessly loose –

Drooping eyes of sorrow on and an effervescent frown

On the face of the cracked recluse.

The watch still told the time, but begrudgingly so –

A look from the right angle at the exact spot

Was the only way the watch would show.

The watch had so many experiences to be taught

It would have took just one right look,

And all the wisdom in the world would have been shook.

Hope

The first time my heart did a happy dance

Was when you gave me a second glance.

In a moment I was happy and free-

A swimming pool of hope you have given me.

Once drowning, now not

And I’m thankful for everything I’ve got.

Hope, Fear,

Everything I hold dear.

There is not much else to say

So I’ll thank you for the hope to stay.

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Random thoughts #23

Happiful tarmac of planes
stands to take me far away.
Stuck in the same place,
realizing I'm far away.

STUPID STUPID STUPID -
How could you take another's pain
onto the spinning dice
that is already your heart?

Broken and grating pleasure,
don't ever return.
I shudder at your very presence,
stumbling is all that can come from you.

Understanding laughter in my heart,
I struggle -
failing to see the purpose,
going off the handle.

Purpose firm purpose true,
how did I find you?
How, reaching?
Try.

Growing broken hands
golden from overuse
a protected heart;
wilderness seeking.

crunch, there goes the glue -
pulling me in,
its savage noise -
chewing gum.

A strange feeling as my vocabulary
flies from my throat,
driving home my greatness:
a fake truth spout.

quick happiness unfold,
like a bitter tent
dropping onto the sand.
I must give my iron hands away.

Into the arms of someone new
stumbling for days, months, years.
Peppermint breath
fuels my tears

Filling my ears with disjointed noise
1  4 19 18 5 1 13?
pull up
outside of this forsaken place

However do I greet him?
Say my name?
Create something new.
a sculpture for a king.

I wanted it to be the greatest,
it ended up true:
with infused terror -
Why can't I be like you?

This scares me.
I speak too much,
care too little,
and it shows.

Fields of Ice

The sun peered through the dense clouds to see it.
That thing hid in the glares of the covering storm.
A savage chuckle outlawed all my wit.
there goes all the warm.

That thing that hides in the glares of the covering storm
It stares with scarred-from-light eyes
Where has gone all the warm?
Everything below him lies

It Stares at me with Scarred-from light eyes,
"I am the Ice man, and you will feel my wrath"
Everything below him cold lies
I have taken the frozen path

I am the Ice man, and you will feel my Wrath
The sun peered through the dense clouds to see it;
I have taken the frozen path:
My savage chuckle outlawed all my wit.

Since I am the Ice man, who is the sun?