lifeline / pull

an elaborate symphony waxing delirious
spun from swirling
lust for long-lost thrill
keeps fluttering hearts racing past monotony
to the endorphin end game.

where will you go?

This here, what you see, is not the end of the road, nor the beginning.

It is another lamppost at the corner, casting its halo around you.

Where you go is where your soul will lead you, not where another will guide you.

Where will you go?

Will you walk straight ahead, towards the misty shroud of mystery facing you?

Or duck under dark branches and find yourself in uncharted territory?

I can’t answer for you, but I, for one, will just close my eyes and follow my toes.

TIME

I feel my time slipping away from me like the loose reins of a sun chariot.

Every time I see the date, I tighten my grip, only to be burned. Too fast.

Yes, I hold the whip to control the horses running rampant,

but instead they whip me with their wild constraints.

And so the human revokes mastery of the universal dimension

And thus the world -- great grand scheme -- returns to order

Yet returns to chaos

As the human -- puny perspective -- sees it.

midnight roads

i'd nearly forgotten
the solitude
and occasional loneliness --
of late, late nights.

for the short time you kept me close,
for the short time you sang to me 'til dawn,
i'd nearly forgotten
the heavy road,
empty except for my soul.

and sometimes,
the solitude --
it shines bright,
a single serene star in the night.

yet
sometimes,
i'm blind.
i stumble,
and i fall,
and i must wait
the painful hours before i fall asleep
and find relief from impasse.

only to wake up the next morning,
and repeat it all again at night.

rest in the day,
travel at night.
midnight roads
steeped in a stream
of consciousness newly brought forth.

the reveal --
rose-colored,
or wracking?
i never know until the time comes.

walk with me,
until daylight.
watch with me,
the beauty
-- and the torture --
of the night.

flaws

// it's been too long. I've missed you!

flaws
     create beauty
the beauty can be
     catastrophic. psychotic. unnerving.
it can be hard to see.
it might be impossible to see
     through the eyes of some.
     maybe only the stone cold, or --
          different --
     can see.
but there is beauty that we cannot
     and should not
deny.

it is pure.
it is raw.
in its essence, the beauty itself
     is innocent.
maybe not the creator,
but the beauty,
     its characteristics --
that is all it knows,
that is all it exists as,
that is all it can be.
yes, it was
     born
     from a flaw,
but it is perfect
in its own
     beautiful
way.