introspection, spirituality

Like New

New like morning
And the tarmack of a foreign city
New like young
And the first filters of plain sight
New like charged
And the engine spinning and burning
New like awake
And the breath at the mile end
New like tears
And the fresh falling whelms of hope
New like small
And the full expanse reaching forward

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art, introspection, love, Uncategorized, Watercolor

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Love is like dancing
I never know how to begin
To hold off on romancing
And skip my heart of sin
To fall without letting go
To play my daft, coy part
And feel without letting show
This fluttered, beating heart

art, death, introspection, pain, philosophy, Poetry, spirituality

Secret Heart

Reality waves my soul
With pushing force
And strangles whole
I am drowning silver
Like lead falls so deep
I am calm and quiver
In languished, quiet sleep
But where I go
I follow
And in my secret heart
Am never hollow
Where I go
I follow
I burn in water
And in my secret heart
Can never be swallowed

art, introspection, nature, Poetry, Politics, spirituality, Uncategorized

Dark, Sweet

Life is dark and rich
Like smooth mahogany
Is grained and wooden
And sweet and strong
And beauty deep
Happiness is dark and warm
Like peace and home
And soft midnight
And simple sleep
Life is like love
Is like dark, sweet
Is like garden soil blooming
Is like river water running under stars
Is like love

art, introspection, philosophy, Poetry, Uncategorized

Small

I am not omniscient in my story
Not the author with all the words
Just a player in this journey
Just one chapter quietly heard

I do not make every mark
Have not witnessed each new scene
I weave around within my part
Abide within this grander dream

I like to think I know it all
And see throughout these several spheres
But the only world I can recall
Is what I glimpse and words I hear

And when I see that I am small
I see the cogs that interact
I know in times I rise or fall
Are remnants of a lace intact

introspection, pain, Uncategorized

Broken Bones

Feel all the air I breathe
The deep indulgent gasps I take
And shed a dawning tear
That sheds upon the fear I break
To open like a crevass’d cast
And crack within my tethered wake
Loving all my horror’d past
‘Till violently my tremors shake
And visioned like a hammer thrown
And crashing on my standing bone
So all the pieces pull apart
And shed the dirt and dig me up
Like everything, like sullen art
This broken wing, my sunken heart

art, introspection, nature, philosophy, Poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized

Quiet I’ve Found

It is the sound of a quiet room
And graphite in spiral-bound
It is the crick of the clock
As the seconds turn around
It is the fervent hum of air
Lightly rowing in the vent
It is the window whispers
Of crickets in their tents
It is leather on my chair
That cracks when I shift
It is light through my hair
As the lamp lights my grip
Of graphite in spiral bound
It strokes, bends, and slips
The shapes are like soft sounds
That bend in my lips
The feelings are like heavy pounds
That from my heart drip
And fill in this quiet I’ve found
As I silently sit