Category: Poetry

Standing room only, puts the energy in frame.
Fireflies alight, contrast comfort, safe and tame.

A foreigner to eon scale, you pulsed your will divine.
You pushed and pulled our membranes as we developed spine.

Who cares to see the softer side
of jobs, whose definitions hide
the details and the methods used;
leave life and limb and soul abused.

When I look ahead, Oh, I can see the future.
When I think my thoughts, I can’t ignore my drive.
When I look at you, I can see my nature.

I woke up with this feeling
that I do not want to shake.
I’ve nurtured it throughout the day,
I have to stay awake.
It is tenuous and fragile,
like a wave without a wake.

What is more important than you being here with me?
I have all the insight of a spirit that is free.
Push against me, hard, so that I know that you are there.
Grab my nape with meaning, like a mother’s forceful care.

Now wildness has necessity to come and have its say.
Graced, I asked for providence to intervene its way.

Feel good evil take the stage when hurting hearts are kept in cage.
A slight remark to bolster presence, devolves to tear down lives.
Sensibly, one turns an ear on blather come from far or near;
But, yet, an opined slur survives, and, yes, it even thrives.

I have the thought, I take the act,
consequence be damned.
I satisfy my basest urge
despite who’s left to stand.

What words would last a million years?
What notion lay they bare?
What sentiment, when one just hears?
Intent will persevere.