Generations On Notice Everywhere

When God truly tires of our travesties spitting in the face of Love The wars. The deceit The starving in the street. The pain we inflict to profit from the sick. Ignoring need. Inexhaustible greed. The laughter while others die. Indifference shown to those who weep as they say goodbye. When God truly tires Those…

Seek

Home may be where the heart is, but I have yet to find my heart. And so I wander on and on in a frozen circle, not desiring fame or wealth or the one-night stand of any particular night with a beauty broken enough to want to submit to me – I speak, of course,…

A Lovely Vision ‘fore Waking (Titles Only)

To anyone who followed my 31-Day Poem over the whole 31 days, I have to ask a question: did you notice that the titles of the poems rhymed? This is because, when I came up with the second day’s title, I thought I’d give myself an extra challenge, so I figured I’d write the titles…

Symbiosis

How can I be anything more than someone in need of the rain? When there’s no one here beside me, no one to listen to my pain? If I speak to the clouds, maybe words will be captured in each drop. And they’ll spread out across the Earth, from sideways and bottom to top. She’ll…

A Grounding

The more I connect with her, the more I feel her sadness, her pain, her regret. The more she reveals to me, the more her tears are my cries, my rain, my regret. I’m here with you now, but my sorrows are my own. Soon with you, our sorrows gathering darkened clouds. Will anyone hear…

Repeating Myself

I wish I could really speak my soul I wish I could truly open my heart but I am already judged when I say what I think. Imagine what I would be for saying how I feel. Deserving pain, I can take pain, that’s how I remain at peace with pain. Does this make me…

With-In

This is a companion to another poem, With-Out. What is this war we wage throughout ourselves and with ourselves? Loneliness isn’t a feeling; it’s a presence. What does it look like, if we could peer inside, see it raging? Pain isn’t a burden; it’s a blacksmith. What do we believe, show others we believe, when…

Am

I’m tired of thinking of life as if it’s something that I’m in. I’m not in life; never have been, just as I’m not in love and never have been. But I am love and I am life, and I cannot be in what I am. What I am in is this world, a world…