She was the rain, she gathered, Threatening all things – So many things- And when she came down, She surrounded me, The storm raging wide In glorious silhouettes — Today this landscape Distant sings: She was the rain, The rain, the rain — And like the rain, She fell She fell She fell
Fat guide Fatigued, Gait feud — No matter how I rearrange the letters, I’m just tired, exhausted; This long path, high grass, And those receding mountains Mock me. I’ve gone wrong, Stumbled, and worked myself lost: But all of it I do, And would again, For the love of the land, For love of the … Continue reading "6 Landscapes – 5"
she told us how the old days were, and they were far from golden: inside a love-forsaken box with mouths to feed, and scared of knocks. this place i now see with my eyes. i wonder how they lived at all: inside of destitution locked, and running every time somebody knocked
This place was so alive when new, when young, But now it’s dead. These dirty, empty streets: This wire, strung like that of battlefields, And weeds grown tall though watered with neglect. But something uglier than time’s done this: The way that people scorn forgotten ways, And cast their vacant lots, and come up craps, … Continue reading "6 Landscapes – 3"
The water is my spirit-friend, It’s blank and otherworldly murk, The things I must deliver on, The duties that I must not shirk My soul is full of fish and weeds, The day is darker than the night, The water is my spirit-friend, So it won’t suffocate me, Right?
A lonely bit of bark That’s blown in From some distant tree A bit of sky so gray And drab it looks A bit like me A place more death Than life a place To seek or find no hope in A lonely bit of lost And gone a heart Left too long Open
The sky, the trees, the earth in wash A humid scent of heavy peace The days my heart was open to The language of the universe When every color was a soul And every leaf a boy or girl When raindrops felt like holding hands To bursting hearts who drank the world Through straws that … Continue reading "light sudden rain"
So accustomed to noise are we, Our minds provide it In our rare moments of silence. When we cannot feel the world anymore, We attempt to become the world, A process fraught with anxiety, And rife with chaos. It is the silence we fear: Discovering only then What we truly believe the world to be, … Continue reading "Emptiness and Echoes"
… today’s forecast calls for fair-to-partly indifferent, with a chance of afternoon apathy… … is what should rather have been said. alas, the daily forecast: it’s big on generalities but light on specifics. if only traffic was so light, or the rain, or expectations. but both light and lightness are lacking, one blocked by clouds, … Continue reading "forecast"