Silence sits on the sideline As the universe passes by Millions of stars crying blue Pleading to a heavy moon And shadows on bended knee Praying to their own deity And when the whispering ends And all the great things say goodbye Silence will stand with back straight And use its very golden voice To…
A mind Full of stones Emotion Like water flows From feelings To a heart Like a waterfall A whole life lived Underwater Until tears Drain the sea Leaving Only pieces Of bone As evidence That every Last thing Was felt
It gets rusty with all the rain And the yellows Just run into brown all day The pain echos Inside hallways Locked away from you But sometimes I think you can hear The ruining Behind those walls It’s not as noisy As you’d think The death of words So many slaughtered Reimagined And recreated For…
The story Was torn up Pages ripped Thrown into the fire Too many chapters Now just ashes A pile of rubbish A complicated story That didn’t know What it wanted to say Alrighty then… New pen New journal So many new Pages to fill Enter new characters Wiser choices Deeper love Stronger convictions I can…
I’ve been dealing with an especially long bout of nightmares. They don’t bother me really other than I wake up more often and that bothers me eventually. Some are relentless and some just… sneak in and subtly warp things. Like an especially large or evil smile on the face of a loved one. Or my…
A blogging friend passed away before Thanksgiving after a long hard fight with Cancer. He liked this poem I wrote about the life cycle of depression and it seemed a good one to say goodbye with. My prayers of comfort and peace for his wife. RIP Dennis McHale. Earth dropped away from feet long gone…
I stand like a tree Wearing my storms As the seasons Break and mend me Sometimes naked Vulnerabilities exposed But many other times As my rings Of wisdom grow I’m a beautiful refuge Fully clothed With my strength And my resiliency Secretly hidden Beneath my boughs
I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…
Rain falls like lava some days Melts through black and white Seeps in where agony stays Burning away all its might Leaving you with new sight Wind blows like a fist again Striking at the daily grind Shocking away the mundane Leaving instead a fervent mind One that’s bolder, more aligned Whispers speak like truth…
A GUEST POEM BY Byron Hamel They force you into theseLittle rowsIndustrial linoleumWorn down to bedrockWhere you waitUntil they are as urgent as you areAbout the death and mayhemPlease wait calmlyWhile the world caves inAnd you stay at the bottomIf you liveThey caught me cryingThis time about Hiroshima and NagasakiI’d been in the middle of…
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