(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
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
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
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:
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
