End of here, but I'm out there.

Moved.
Greener fields.
Find me -
- if the words move still.

Resolve of 2014

I'll give it away. I'll give it all away. Because even when there isn't more, it is only in my head. The head cannot comprehend the infinite supply of the heart. A hidden source. A mystery. I'll be content to live in perplexity. So give it all away when you can; we leave this life with empty hands.

For Iz 1:55am

Could you be more curious
as you scurry from point A to point B
taking the most scenic route
Touching mountains, grass and trees --
Could you be more free to explore
To turn the world with the palm of your hand
and to look with a panoramic view of the sky
Wide-eyed, soaking in solar gold
Your skin bears evidence to where you've been
All those outs and ins
Scrapes on knees and dirt caked on heels
And still you've got places to go
You follow your nose
to where the air wafts the scent of adventure
Beauty without censure--
That is what you see
Before you flit off to spectacular
I'd love if you brought with you me.

9:52pm

The problem with poetry is I'm too within them
I give away secrets
that I trust no one else to keep.
So if my writing ceases,
the truth is I'm biting my tongue.
The words suffer
when transparency is not optional.

9:42pm

Still hangs in the room, in the air
Every surface is familiar, but unnatural
Or maybe I'm just too aware of my own skin
Whatever it is - I stand my ground
in the absence of courage.
Cowardice wearing bravery --
Trading wool for grays.

10:01pm

Well, wherever you've been
You'll find new doors
Seeking not the quickest out
but finding pathways in.

3:37pm

I'll send out only the best wishes,
Out into the vast open
With hope they reach those blinking lights
and make it home
So when you look up
You'll know.

10:26am - Moon River remix

Wider than a mile,
Oh I'm chasing down that cratered dream.
Streaming consciousness;
live and on an endless ream.
Adding white to meaner reds,
Since I've flown by the blues
I stare into the tinted glass
and with a smug, little wink
I wave hi to all that brass and bling
and wear my canvas pink.

12:36am

A moment of --
Digging my toes into the cool green blades,
Catching the scent of kettle corn,
mixed with the freshness of the lake
A breeze hits the apples of my cheeks
and gently shakes the leaves
I listen to the orchestra
and they play with the fervent love of art
and appreciation --
Joy.

10:12am

Assumption is a language -
built from words unsaid.
Questions do not exist -
so we never ask.
Truth in hints and hunches --
The great exposition of nonsense.

1:21am

A poem past one a.m. can only mean one thing:
That I am prioritizing a thought --
just one.
It is like counting sheep,
without the herd;
like a skip on a record,
on the very first note;
like a series of binary code --
without any zeros,
just one, one, one...
You know why,
because you've been there before
and the reasons don't matter;
they're all scattered anyway.
Just a thought - just the one,
and I'm done for.

12:44am

Bare branches shed no shade
They cast thin shadows --
creep upon the face.
A tree in winter,
blanketed in snow,
beauty in silence
but the season's cold.

Prayer for change.
Patience for Spring.
Waiting for leaves.
Beneath fuller boughs,
and the swaying green,
the music plays--
a forgotten melody.
The ear hears what the eyes already see.

2:04am

Thought-struck with the idea --
A trickle of spark and wires
coils itself down my spine
and jolts me upright;
like an antenna
ready to transmit
the message.

10:16am

Cyncism is a sickness
inflicting its worse symptoms
on those who were once innocents
but unlearned what the true nature of beauty is --
because they got hurt,
somewhere at sometime
by someone who mattered
who fell short of being better than they ought...
The story's the same old
- the person is not.

Then the sickness remains
and they cough and wheeze
all their negativity
on anything that could be
and infect anyone still healthy.
They cannot heal with self-medication
only reconciliation of mind and heart
For where cynicism breeds, beauty must part

So yes, I might be too eager to forgive --
I might be drinking this world in
with eyes too wide in a rose-coloured haze
And I may be simple and naive
and a target for pain,
but I'll pray to be wiser with the hope I can be kinder,
without reservation,without walls, without shields
without worrying who will be the next
to step on my heels.

11:05am - One of those dead mornings

Distractions
Rest less
Consume little -
Little light
Living-ish
Love less
Such twisted treatment
of one never out of sight,
with open or closed eyes.

1:00am

I won't sleep much tonight -- too much tea
And too much am I filled with thoughts
which occupy that part of my brain that refuses to shut off.

I won't wake up late -- not enough day
to allow myself to sleep in till noon
and miss the early hours in which the day blooms.

Without much sleep and with eyes scarcely open
Umbrella in hand, braving the city rain
Though my bed is warm and inviting --
Outside adventure waits.

2:03pm

Like a downward tug at the point -
slips out of my ribcage
and plunks into my stomach -
- floats haphazardly -
bobbing from side to side
Capsize and still I.

11:02am

On this cloudy day
I think to myself,
that stranger things have happened.
Stranger things.
But still, what a surprise to find,
that while we are not invincible,
nor indestructable,
nor proofed for pain -
we are the ever delicate survivors. 
We live on, breathe on
move on --
then grow.

11:00am

Bitterness is dust
Blow it all away
No time to scrub to no end
A heart thought sickly stained

Dear darling you have everything
Just look above the waves
- you own the wide and open sky;
the sun is yours to tame.

3:03pm

A lighter in one hand
One hand on the rail
Knuckles pale, buckling knees
Shaky resolve, tentative spirit
Should I? Should I?
Let it all burn -
or sprint across again;
chase every panel
or drop the flames
And let it end.