Sunday, January 31, 2016

with no fruit to bear, I starve

a beautiful grove
forming over time
becoming a home to many
interesting creatures,
some make music with
lovely howls or chirps
while others frolic and dance
to the tune being
an inspiration for any who
would like to tell their
story

this beautiful grove,
unfortunately, has become
infertile,
bearing no sustenance,
the inhabitants of the grove
eventually begin to disappear,
the ones stubborn enough to stay
begin to die

the beautiful grove,
no longer beautiful,
old dried husks
stand naked under
grey skies,
new creatures move in
to feast on the
corpses
whose spirits roam aimlessly,
haunting what was once their
home

this place which was
once an inspiration
booming with life-
has become barren,
its growth stunted,
nothing more now than
a place of death

Saturday, January 16, 2016

fatigue-coated mind

can't seem to shed that
groggy morning feeling,
drifting between
two planes of
consciousness,
never really here
or there,
the gate of my brain
left wide open and now
my thoughts escape me,
the ones that stay make noise
like an out-of-tune instrument,
breaking concentration
even as I write this

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

just listen

warnings fall flat as
pretty words dance off
the tongue,
filling up the air between us
exploding fireworks
bedazzling our eyes
and attention is
deverted

warnings fall flat as
they float through space,
lost,
never finding their
destination,
it has already moved on
ignoring all distress
signals

warnings fall flat as
destiny takes hold of
the weak-willed taking
passenger seat while
allowing any substitute to
take the wheel,
driving to conclusions
and outcomes,
blaming the driver
when there is a
wrong turn

warnings fall flat as
everything that could have
blossomed
now suddenly
wilts,
when the only thing left
is to bury the dead and
move on

Monday, January 11, 2016

call me van helsing

I had two people in my life recently
tell me I'm too hard
on other people,
trying to shake my
ideology, philosophy,
claiming I don't see the
good
in others,
saying I don't give people
the benefit of the doubt,
believing I have a
negative point of view
being ignorant to the fact
they were examples of
my forgiveness,
my leniency

I listened to them,
I tried not to judge too
harshly,
I wanted to work things out with
them,
despite their actions,
their selfishness.
their destructive
rejection,
they expected me to shed my
personal experiences;
my wisdom,
in exchange for convenient lies
they masquerade in,
giving nothing in return,
only taking,
until I had no energy left,
siphoning until I had
nothing more to
give

they were vampiric,
being immune to their charm
they knew I could see
what they were,
I held the only mirror
that bore their reflection,
they could not survive
in the light I cast
without setting themselves
free

in the end,
all three of us were fools
attempting the impossible,
they failed in corrupting me,
I failed in saving them

Saturday, January 9, 2016

the human projection

I saw Gaia once,
behind kaleidoscope walls
sitting in the core
of all we know
holding together the framework,
giving herself
to us

a passing thought as
I look down and see a
footstool with
three Disney princesses
painted on the side,
I think
how a species can be
egotistical
the same as an
individual,
projecting its image onto
everything

then I remember
Gaia;
the beautiful woman
I had seen