Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed