We need to find stillness
If we are to move forward
We must find acceptance
If anything is
To change
We need to find stillness
If we are to move forward
We must find acceptance
If anything is
To change
Beware of judging the burned if
You’ve never felt
The fire
framed by this immensity
ego seems
just one more grain of sand
attenuated
to the rhythms of
planetary respiration
as sunbeams open their last arms
to welcome night,
worry surrenders, and the aching
is enveloped for the moment —
Who will I wound today
For my abstractions?
In life, we take our chances, though
Those often need improving:
At times, we dance our dances with
The ones who won’t be moving
The rain may fall, the storm may rage
To drown out limb and voices —
The muddy fields that are our lives,
Our dances and
Our choices
The woman she should know the most,
But it is like she’s seen a ghost:
Reflecting on the hidden cost
Of all she’s found, but who
She’s lost
She blamed him for not understanding
Feelings that she didn’t understand herself.
There is no lonelier feeling
Than loving with all you have,
And it just not being
Enough
waves crashing constantly like
some idiot who posts poems
every ninety minutes for days
i dream in green a lot (i think)
it’s something of a failing;
the farmland lies like melons, past
two eyes grown weak and ailing
still, others are more restive yet
with visions cruel, obscene –
while charity swims into mind
because
i dream
in green