A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

October 18, 2018

Took a few days off,

Now I’m back with another one off

the top of this dome,

where whimsy and logic freely foam.

Pen keys open

[the] doors to my haven.

Writing a sweet freedom;

stories of belong,

Wistful strains of home

My soul’s siren song.

You don’t understand my love. You don’t understand the depths of its deep, the flows of its flux. Like rivers, like oceans, terrifying bottomlessness – Weightless heaviness like stepping unexpectedly from the shallows. You don’t understand my heart, How its every beat creates rhythms that know dance, Yet there’s no dancing When we touch, Only …

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Make way for my wayward brother, not soon behind there comes another. My brothers blinded to fate and wonder… Journeys shorn short by converging thunder of badge and bullet, that angrily trill eternity’s song… Clutching one another; they dance erratically to glory’s gong – Threads of bloodborne melody woven into harmony of wrong. Once a …

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Afraid to go inside, afraid of what I’ll find, Ego still survives Its death elusive and unkind. Ego drives fear; Loneliest passengers alive. Inner truth divine it’s solace soul seeks to find… Fear of better fear of worse, But only at times. Insecurity abound spilling to the ground Bespoken anomaly Things of thought fleeting… Whole …

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October 10, 2018

Sleep often comes as ocean

lapping gently at mind’s sand

eroding anxiety’s broken shells

as its waves bequeath tiny gifts

of tacit calm.

Unexpected treasures

root deep in consciousness;

Each breath such great freedom,

every dream requited bliss…

Waking moments are magnum opus –

humble masterpiece of joy.

And each single moment

is blessing and curse alike,

choice is Karma –

destiny its design;

I sit at midnight’s edge

watching abundant seas of cosmos

relinquish darkness

to peace.

Awake is a lonely island;

Keeping dreams at bay –

for only in imagination

can wayward musings play.

October 10, 2018

October 9, 2018

I’m not myself right now,

and that’s okay…

I can’t be “normal,” or “happy”

every single day.

I mean, I could try, but then on the flip –

you’d only ask me why.

I’m not me, currently –

But I’ll be fine.

I’m just warning you

not to waste my time.

The truth is,

I’m in a bad mood.

Because I’m entitled to those,

everything can’t always be hunky-dory,

I suppose.

I guess that today

is just one of those days

where I can’t get it right

no matter what anyone says.

And I don’t really care,

that feeling just isn’t “there”…

That pretending to feel something I don’t –

I’ve never been a good liar,

so I won’t.

I won’t smile, or laugh, or joke,

because I don’t have the desire to invoke

the mirth of those around me – how can I,

When [presently] I’m not even happy?

I’m not trying to be rude,

I just need time to brood.

I guess what I’m really trying to say,

is that I’m having a bad day.

Inner Peace

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