Random thoughts

The weather in my soul is weird today. It's like some necessary curtain has been torn and the world has no form, like I've finally decided unbeknownst to me that the world will no longer be what I thought it would be Though it tries, all the vague distractions, have come clear I asked to …

A Poem from a Poet who Writes Poetry in the ethers…for gatekeeping mediums and others assorted spiritual vagabonds

It’s like 2017 all over again. Secrets revealed five years too late. Hands in your pocket other hands in your fate. Beware the plot twist there's no cause for debate Life begins where existential dread ends Forego the toll paid its underwater (“where did all the mermaids go”) bends Thieves thieve and fiends pretend it’s …

that earth chose

I have a lot of opinions at the moment, but I’ll keep my mouth shut, and stare out the window to watch how quickly tomorrow comes as my cells unravel slowly from their spinning fields the body and soul let go in a dance, a swirling, twirling timbre of evanescence temporal fields of requested amorphisms …

Friday Poem

When we are full of longing for sparkling diamond lights cascading over the edges of waterfalls caught in the rays of the sun just so, the heat that is powerless over the cool breeze and soft mist, time becomes a looming presence requiring the seeker to hold onto its diminutive stature. Waiting for the snows …

a certain kind of love poem

I’m going to get married to light that has fractured into a million pieces and made me prove my love by finding every one of the pieces the dark places, the hidden realms where whispers are disbelieved and ridicule meant to drive you insane thrives there, the clusters of pure diamond remain the lightening without …

not good enough

There is nothing and I live in the wake of that pointless meandering no one awake to hear my voice memories of stolen bodies left in mud coffins shouting at the roof tops that it’s all been for nothing nothing instead they feel hope in their chests while they go through the motions no one …

and then there was one

The lie there is a big fat one. And also a whole bunch of little ones Cause humans lie. [am I allowed to say lie?] We lie to ourselves and to each other. But I don’t think I’ve ever before been so constantly bombarded with untruths. Whether they are being directed through advertisements posing as …

the white sun of nothing

There is no movement, things have stopped, a complete standstill, there is only the ticking of the clock the clock monitors the lack of movement time is not a thing just a concept that rallies around the edges of the demons holding them to their king but what of the ever last when will the …

planet wishes

I went to sleep in one world, and woke up in another my thoughts move at speeds not conducive to mind reading my reading has slowed because of all the lights in my face my face has grown hollow from all the running for my life my life has become one with the meaning of …

end of december poetry

There is a slight failure of hope to abide angels don’t get a break within which to hide there is emptiness and lonely calls still drifting what is the point in looking and sifting she cried and constantly cried when the air is full of movement and growing too thick to keep moving through it …