Blur

Grinding away on the
Mortar and pestle, as
The clock spins a tune,
Like a blur, one moment
There, the next she is
Gone
Daylight wanes, tired eyes
Fall like curtains,
Still there in the longing
Hours, yet remaining
She gazes past him
Towards some distant future,
Here he sits, unrequited,
Trying to remember how to
Forget, the blur now stretching
Across time itself,
But in his heart,
He still feels the same.

May 18th

Haha! Looking at my last post is actually quite amusing - and I can see that at least two other people did as well. Who doesn't want to do a little drunk writing in the middle of the night? It's awesomesauce!

May 18th

The desire to give up sometimes is very strong. But the will to persevere and grow even stronger is too powerful. Someday, I'll look back on these days as some of the best and worst of my life. Second-guessing myself is the worst outcome I can imagine anymore. To shoulder the burden and care for others - that's the true test of who we are. I believe in hope, and that hope is enough to see me through any situation. I believe that someday, I"ll pass down what I know to be true in a positive way. Until then...I won't abandon all hope just yet.

Icy

In the fabric of my dreams,
where the stars are scattered,
upon the ground like an open
prarie under the pale black sky,
I find you in the shadows,
and we come together,
under the pounding of the warm
rain, two bodies enclosed in the
balmy mist, lips pressed into one
embrace, as I take the cool moon,
and caress the small of your
back, evoking delicate gasps,
in a silky tangle of arms
and legs, and we sink down into
the land, soft like ripened fruit,
holding tight, two bodies collapsed
in the starlight gaze,
now bright as a thousand suns,
and you slip away from me,
like smoke through my fingers,
I see only your eyes now,
as I open my eyes,
awakened to the
beating of a lonely heart.

Churning Minds (at the bar)

It's hot inside my head
Staring out at the world
From behind dirty windows
Stained glass eyes
Holding in the flames
One little thought
Stifled, no longer the
Enemy
Shattering the moment
Then splintered apart like
An ice-covered river
Water rushing through
Filling up every crevice
Drowning out
The crackling of the fire
Static now
A shell of their former
Self
Cleansed from poison skies
Yet still overcast
Waiting for the seasons
To blacken windows
Now repaired
As the days pass by
Flowing like the wind
Meandering sunbeams play
Like tiny needles
Sewing fate
Caressing the embers
Just a faint glow to
Warm the heart
And remind me
Of the churning mind
making my head hot.

Three times a Year

That funeral hymn,
Ehcoing
Hymn so slow,
Consecrated under the
Shadows of a tomb,
Funeral hymn,
Played by heartstings,
On a red lyre,
While the old trees creak,
Fall leaves, cast upon
Gravestones whithered
By the wind and tears,
Shallow hymn,
By the sweat of the brow
Three holes dug,
I fell into one!
O' funeral hymn, steeped
In woe and regret,
Under the ground,
Enclosed in the soil,
Still I faintly hear,
That funeral hymn,
Three times a year.

Two for the Road

Mid-day, and all is well,
Two for the road,
And on my way.

Set unto the golden sands,
Darkly lit, the latern wanes,
Against the twilight sun.

The highway never curved,
And yet the moon glints,
Like a scythe in the night sky.

Out of the swirling darkness,
Mile post 62,
Windows open to hot summer's breath.

The desert reveals an ocean
Of senses, reflected in those
Mirror's of the soul.

The road seems endless,
Like a child's mind,
And I'm not sleeping just yet.

With a cool glow on the dash,
And the smell of sage in her hair,
We could drive forever.

Moon as my scythe,
You as my harvest,
Two for the road.

May 9th

So it's Monday...Mother's Day was quite strange for me. For one, it's the first MD without having an mom to kick around, for two, I found myself oddly moving between missing her and feeling absolutely nothing. I'd say it was about 75-25 feeling nothing at all. Feeling flatter than an overdone pancake is not unsusual, but I did expect to have a little extra going on between the ears considering the hallmark holiday that it is...
That feeling has overlapped into today. I could be thrown from the top of a building and not barely manage a yawn. I guess that's just how some days are. On the major plus-side, the film we wrrapped up two weeks ago is in the final editing stages, and we've even settled on a date for the release party. Fuckin A, I say. And so I do.

One Breath

Lost in the mist,
among the sticky brambles
and mossy thickets,
not quite alone,
for the land was alive,
the blazing sun,
tears away the morning veil,
and lustful nature,
bares her gentle breast,
soft as the dandelion's kiss,
the earth exhales,
while meadows bask in the
radiance of summer's eyes,
we embrace in the shadows
of the ancient oak,
tracing the stillness of the air,
while the wispy clouds dream,
of lands far away,
fallen into sleep, one breath
at a time, rhythmic with the
swaying branches,
grasping for a new day,
and holding out hope.