Thanks to averiecooks for the photograph.

Sharp words from small tongues,
cut quick their own threads.
Dangling the immediate future-
peril perpetual
at the hands of fate.
Self destruction by a cookie.


Don’t undermine the thoughtful
Don’t dissipate their souls
Don’t further ruination
Tight noosed upon the boughs

Don’t push them towards and ending
Don’t let beginnings stutter
Don’t Worry them with wisdoms
Tight noosed in breezes flutter

Don’t toss them to the fires
Don’t hail them with cheers
Don’t turn an eye in blinding
Tight noosed, full swinging fears

Don’t let them have a moment
Don’t have them save the world
Don’t fill their minds with dreams
Tight noosed they’re fast unfurled

Don’t stop them now from speaking
Don’t fasten tight hard chains
Don’t falter them in missions
Tight noosed, our voices lamed

Lost am I

Thanks to Culture Push for the photograph.

lost I am in vast pools of emerald steel
that glistens, blisters with petals of intensity
blazing through the night skies essence
at me

lost I am within the comprehending darkness
of centers center
where all is found and all forgiven
where salty oceans ebb and flow in short years
and beam in long

lost am I

lost am I


Thanks to Niki Feijen for the photograph.

I have a hearth of frozen memories
imprints of my imperfect world
unmoving shadows impersonating me
in my collection lies all my experience
beside it
all that was not
in this old age many nights sit I by the flame-less cavern
in solitude
comparing the two in skewed calculations
seeing my life in a world under muddy waters
surrounded by islands of if
I dare not light the fires to warm me
for the fear of drowning in my past