There was no hope for us then
We were already too far gone
Gone from where? Neither could tell
But going gone, regardless.
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Spring
Watching bees
Grass is green
Spring is here
No reason, No pain
I don’t mean to sound defeated
It just always hurt to try
Knowing there’s no meaning
In waiting out the night,
So I take my lashes willing
Under this starry sky
Knowing there’s no reason
Or pain to justify
Her Beauty Unfolds
How lively and cruel
Mother Nature can be
How honest her birds
Who chirp Chickadee
Her hawk soars majestic
Through winds over sea
Her beauty unfolds
Without you or me
Many Monsters
So it’s back to the mountain
Where monsters go not to die
But to live among the many
Picking Petals
Strange,
to only feel necessary
when you aren’t any longer.
A Leap of Faith
Faith is half the battle
The Leap is up to you
A Simple Game
His thoughts were tailored by
The absence of himself
Her words sincere but from
The mind of someone else
Each clicked like a chess clock in the park
Played by strangers in the nude
It’s a simple game we complicate
When we react before we move
Her thoughts were tangled by
The silence in the room
His words unclear because
They sounded from a tomb
Each fit like a shadow in the dark
Exchanging others clothes
It’s a simple game we complicate
What we wanted with the truth—
I’m not a gambling man but I’ve played a hand or two
I’m not a fable or myth but I’ve read what sounded good
A tired man sits idle in the park asking questions with his eyes
I’m not that man in the park but what separates the two?—
It’s a simple game we complicate
When we react before we move
It’s a simple game we complicate
What we wanted with the truth
May 6, 2014—Only The Silent Can See—A Journal Excerpt
Tangled together in clustered chaos, rising from the soil.
No bark alike. No height specific. No two seeds the same.
Are we so different from the natural world, I ask?
Tangled together in clustered chaos, rising from the bed.
No skin alike. No gender specific. No two wombs the same.
Are they so different from us, I ask?
The answer cannot be sung. The answer cannot be heard. The answer cannot be praised.
The answer shows itself every so often, in between the tangled clustered chaos, where only the silent can see, where only the silent remain.
You’ve Got A Point.
The lengths we’ll go to prove a point
are nothing compared
to the lengths we’ll go to save a life.
Words Of An Average White Male 