Tag: poetry

whiplash

whiplash from being pulled in all directions
reach out and retreat
rinse and repeat

my rollercoaster soul is trying to find true north 
while hanging upside down 
and looking sideways

center is a place I can find on a map
but not while swimming upstream
in turbulent waters
cold waters 
that numb my head and limbs
and cause me to breath 
to find my own thought patterns

somewhere in these scattered and disjointed thoughts 
is a path back to center
somewhere in the bottom of the river 
is the lever to stop the rollercoaster
or maybe it’s a lever to 
let the water finally 
flow through the dam

regulation and release
rinse and repeat
whiplash

after the storm part 1

If you want to fall off a cliff
It should because you jumped of your own
Free will
Not because you just weren’t looking

If you are going to drown out the rain with
 your thunder 
It should be because you have a truth to tell
A message of import to share
Not because you want to be the angriest and loudest soul around

And if you want to heal my heart
It should be because you love me
Not out of obligation
Or sensationalistic brilliance 

If you want to help me heal
Jump off the cliff with me
Be thunder with me
Pray for rain with me
And love me as you will
After the storm

counsel

counsel deep
counsel often
	ignore the scratching of the page mark and listen to the sounds of your heart
	the beats
	the patterns
	the silly laughs
	the edge of reason
	the quiet of fortitude and clarity
	
	ignore the noise of the hens pecking at the ground
	find your own nourishing noise and let that be all that feeds you
	
	ignore the mocking birds distracting you with a meaningless song
	you know what you want to sing
	sing it loud
	
	ignore the blank stares
	feel your own rhythms
	and know the solidity of the ground

Keep your own counsel

Lost in utopia

The lizard has lost its manners and is pulling a grumpy scowl across its face
The blue flower strays lackadaisically in the wind
Tall towers stroke the sky

We’ve lost our minds but we haven’t yet lost the universe

A half formed thought streaks across the sky in plaid letters
What do the letters say?
We don’t know.
We’ve lost our language and misplaced all our punctuation.
We flow through abstract sequences, colors bleeding into other colors.
Inanimate objects tell us what to think
Until…

We finally hit our head
feel our own blood run down our forehead
and wake up.

Wisp dreams

their dreams were wisps of smoke
            they prayed for rain
                   through the understated mahogany of the trees

the dotted stars faded in the morning 
           but the wisp prayers still hung in the air
                   unable to be blown away  in new gusts of wind

only the softly falling drops that finally came three months later
          finally washed away the answered prayers
                   like salt being washed from a wound

the cleansing rain awoke a new dream
    this time reflected in puddles that would last until the rain stopped
          and the new dreams echoed into the sky
                  with the rays of the sun.

stillness

stillness halts and lingers
ignoring the fantasy of truth
ignoring the framework of deception
and puts me on my guard

I cancel the stillness with an obscene amount of mental motion
my stillness feels like boredom
so I break its bonds 
and think I’ve found freedom

but until stillness can be still
fleeing it only leads to an illusion of freedom
a sticky web of the subconscious
that knows what it wants but keeps forgetting 
simple steps

be still everywhere
except your breath
be still-breath-be free

Be free of ugliness 
 of never ending cyclical motion

let stillness linger
find freedom