Saturday, May 2, 2015

Cells.

Constantly dividing.
Cells becoming.
Cells outnumber.
Self encumbered.
Blocked from something.
Acts of nothing.
Always numbing
What's becoming.


Whipped.

Whipping through the winds
Desperate to see
Just a glimpse of the sun
Or the passing of trees.
Unable to pause
I am still on the move.
Washing on by
Forced into the groove.
Impossible sights
Blurred by momentum
Distinct in a moment
I'm blind to the outcome.
No time for reaction
Becoming a dream
I'm drawing the lines
As I'm loosing the seam.

Elements.

The light that guides you
And the fire that burns.
A river flows
Over the falls that churn.
The wind refreshes
As it eats through stone.
The soil that takes you
Brings a flower grown.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Fire.

Running hard
Desperate for escape.
Smashing through the trees.
Breaking through.
Slowed to a crawl
Branches thick like bone.
Smashing at the trees.
Breaking down.
Strangled lungs
Amidst the leaves.
Wafting arms.
Stopped by the wind.
Eyes are closing
Lids like fire doors.
Breath like fire.
No more.

Stunned.

Pitching in the darkness
I think I'm alone.
Fumbling for answers
And something to hold.
Less of an answer
More of a thought.
Without my dear anchor
I'm lost and distraught.
Light starts to enter
Just as I shout.
Nothing obscene
Yet I'll make one no doubt.
I'm lost and distorted.
Blind and confused.
I'm openly weeping.
Stunned and bemused.

Everything.

It's a stupid, nothing body.
You could live forever and it really would not matter.
But not the face.
There in lies the world you share with all of us.
Or not.
Most of us not.
Through fear and desperation we hide away all that we believe will turn another to disgust us.
To despise all that we are, and subsequently invalidate all that we thought that we were.
This is an error.
Your face is the illusive, complex map to your heart.
It is your ready to work sherpa.
A guide to the stunning contours of all that makes you a wonder to those who love you.
Once set free, it is an open book for the ones who wish to know you.
It is neither stupid, nor nothing.
It is you and it is everything.