I am not afraid
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight.
Walls grown around it,
Status quo.
Category: Poetry
Distance
Out in the distance
From memory’s furthest edge.
A train whistle.
Dust Swirling Inwards
Strange, really,
Mind’s drifting,
Perhaps raging,
Flickering memory
Upon memory,
Stirring dust
From forgotten
Dreams.
Mid-Night Wakefulness
Awoken by
The movement of
Dreams.
Into and Through
I collapse
Into and through
Myself, these dreams
Both from my mind
And the synaptic demands
Of others.
Mist fades
Upon the other side
Where I find
Myself.
Youth: A Haiku Series
Youth inspires me.
Faces forces intending
On destroying their dreams.
Resisting that force
Believing in their dreamer
Never to wither.
Trust, Fear, Desire
Trust and Tryst
One letter separates.
Trusting another with deepest
Longings, dark hidden places.
Secrets.
Fearful, afraid of the destructive
Forces of lust, love
And longing.
We know the
Consuming doom
Of expressing
Desire.
Aware of Fears
Fears harken, inside,
Rising unbidden, no care.
Destruction they bear.
Thinking of the Butterfly
Crawling slowly stills,
Body encompassed by crust.
Transformation lives.
Aggressive Sunlight
Sunlight rages on,
Oblivious of the drained
Souls of the machine
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