Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.…

Balance

Can you control your emotion? Do you not fear yours? It’s not loving you I would fear, it’s losing you. Fear leads to anger. Let us hope we do not go that far. If we are to truly let go, truly love, let us hope we do.

Don’t Fall Asleep

Dreams are personal, especially nightmares. They enrage a sense of fear, hack at the most fragile vulnerability, twist images into a dreaded heresy of once safe realities. What makes them frightening is the helpless feeling, the hopeless effort, the truth that they are the one thing from which we cannot escape, for a nightmare exists…

Outshine

I am a star glowing bright Outshine the fear Outshine the fright Of lonely existence In distant night I am a star glowing bright

31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Three

That Which Has a Right to Confuse My thoughts have traveled many crooked paths that have somehow led straight to her. My emotions the same as they line up in a neat order, beginning with fear. Why do I feel as if I could fall and would enjoy the fear of falling? Is that why…

My Reflection

My reflection stares clear back at me even when I’m not looking in a mirror. All I have to do is close my eyes to gaze into my eyes, to confront the worse side of me who may not be as bad as he appears. Maybe I’m seeing myself as I wish others would. He…

Labels Make Everything Okay

We fear loss and call it love. They have preferences we call hate. Maybe we can’t find peace because labels are the bait. I behave but I don’t, depends on who you ask. I’m going to Heaven or Hell wearing your crafted mask. Are we really free to be ourselves? If they are who they…

Beast

It is a sparkling lake in which I wish to fall, but do not as I know the lake will not catch me. It is a radiant sliver in the sky on which I am not allowed to lay my burdens. It is a tale as old as time that declines to set hope within.…

“What Makes You Think Our Method Of Bringing World Peace With Large Bombs Isn’t Working?”

I remember a time when I was afraid of Russian people. Yes, I was young, but my view of Russian people, and Russia in general, was colored by the attitudes passed onto me by our political leaders during the Cold War. Russia was a threat to America. They wanted to nuke us off the face…

To Learn

Lying here, staring into the illusive sky, an escaping tear tingles to my ear bearing images of what has eluded me. Love sways about my heart’s weathered tomb, sailing distant into crashing waves juggling skewed reflections of the flashing storm. Hints of daylight rain illuminating fire on my soul, pounding the drums of a glistening…