(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
