Kindred Spirit

Cat infested with maggots

Half decayed, half living

Came to my door step

To lay its head until death arrived

Body rotting, 

Soul seeking redemption 

I looked on

Helpless and shaken 

Offering to quench the

Thirst of a dying animal

Mulling over the futility

Of worldly trappings 

Bodily desires

Yearning and heartache

Withered away

As the spoils of life

Evoked the kindred spirit

Of mortal beings

Poetry and brokenness

Poetry erupts from a place of brokenness

Today I experienced the familiar emptiness
that has haunted my soul for ages
there was no agony or chaos
or the jitteriness
of not being able to put a finger on that nameless void
which makes me look compulsively unhappy

this time there was a certainty
even a sense of relief
for I felt at home in the abyss of my heart
loneliness had the flavors of solitude
and I felt a deep yearning
to scoop out my openly bleeding core
and place it on the cusp of my hand
to whisper soothing words of self-love
and burn with it without remorse

even the skies played along
winds blew against my pale skin
and winter felt unusually moist
like the cold embrace of a rainy day

I feel at ease
not having to silence the mind
through meaningless banter
I begin to write again
love notes to my forgotten selves
and dare to peep through the
cracks in my broken heart
which has always relished
the heady nectar of poetry

Could've beens

What could have been
is a strange being
elusive and dead
yet raising its phantom head
through all the crevices
in the maze of reality
you know how it feels
when all your proxies are lined up
and a nebulous force
blows on them until
you are exposed
threadbare
vulnerable
and you remember
who you used to be
songs that tickled your innocence
voices that eased the surges
touches that seared and healed
repeatedly
and then you flip back to the present
in awe of who you have become
even doubting for an instant
who the hell you are
the ghost or the reborn
and then you see it
like a hologram
switching faces in guile

Hiatus

I know why I'm not able to write like before
there's a wordless space between my ribs
where monstrous angst used to gnaw away
it was so real then that it broke into sounds
the wounds are sealed in hard blood now
melding what refused to be held together
until a strange silence blew over them

it ain't easy tuning in
to the frequency of silence
no matter how it coddles you
let alone beading strands of words
that sound like silence

right back up

water it

water it down

like suzy

easy suzy

ha!

no pink shells

a little less cracker

just some flow

a little sparkle

at the edges

no glitter

just some flow

nothin' to rave 'bout
just there

o man!
can't even see 'em now

gotta dive down

grope the seabed

bring it up

wring it up

woo hoo!
bring it up
n' wring it up
now! now!!

writer's block

like the waves

it comes surging from afar

rising to the skies

hurling itself into a snakehead

pouncing on the moment

foaming deceptively

mixing in with the hackneyed
guilefully

water and sand

sea and shore

pristine

then slowly retracts

leaving behind imprints

and washing ‘em out

over and over again

Walk alone

I like to walk alone
Against the sun
In the snow
Floating clouds
Fancying forms
Sinking soles
Tracing trails

O darling! Turn around
You've come a long way
The shadows are softer now
There's a new story
Mirroring in your eyes

Hold my hand he said
I withdrew in doubt
Touch my soul he said
I blew at his face

I like to walk alone
Against the sun
In the snow

Walk with me
If you will
Be the sun
Behind the cloud
Be the snow
Falling from the sky
Give me ground to walk on
Melt in my heart
Night n' day
Be with me
And keep me warm
But don't take my name
Make no sound at all
Because I like to walk alone

After a break

Words crawled under my skin

Openly daring my fingertips

I shied away

There was no keyboard

No open document

To record the rhythm

The mind - an endless maze

Of faceless beauty and 

Timeless wisdom 

Caught in thoughts 

Running in circles

Daunted I was

By the task of finding words

Loosely hanging 

Of plucking and pruning 'em

To the euphonic beat of the nib

There will be a day 

When you'd take me along

To all the nameless places you go

I wouldn't have to wait to see you then

Because I'd be where you are

I'd see the same things you see

I'd hear the same cries you hear

There are broken chains everywhere

I'm unbound by the thoughts that cage you

They dance around me in funny ways

I see patterns but I refuse to make them mine

You are flirting with them like you always do

Unsure whether to let them in or just die out

I know you observe me from a distance

I know you are in pain

I've been through it all

It's the same things we are running away from

It's the same shores we are sailing toward

You have strong oars and stronger arms

I am weak and the waves are rough

But my soul has weathered tougher storms

It has found strength through all the weakness

To wade through the mysteries in your mind

To brush aside the futility you utter in myriad ways

I am left with no obvious solutions

Even when I'm the one weaving the problem

You try to make sense of me 

In ways you have perfected over time

It soothes you for a while 

Because failure is something you can't accept

But truth is fiercer and it will bite back

From the explanations you've given yourself

I don't claim to know the reality of things

But at least I don't belittle it by oversimplifying

Where are you?

I just want to see you

Come to me

Please?