The Oarfish Has Arisen

The Oarfish has arisen
From its home beneath the waves
It journeys from the shadowed depths
To the surface to be safe
It feels the earth’s vibrations
In the silence where it dwells
And in this way knows many secrets
Which it can nor will ever tell

The Oarfish has arisen
Board the windows
Lock your doors
Put all your children safe to bed
Bag the levees and the shores
The Oarfish has arisen
Now we wait with bated breath
To see what follows in its wake
Hoping for life, and not for death.

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In a Cold State

We groan
And yawn
Restless
But contained
Within walls
Which house our forms
As well as the warmth which makes them so

We huddle
In sweaters
And under sheets
Comfortable
But restless
Waiting for the Earth to turn
Watching for the sun to rise

We live
In a cold state

Black Dog

Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”

Yearning,
Dreaming of another;
Life it seems
Is always passing us by,
As we just wonder why,
And lord how we try…
Not just
To make it out, alive…
But to live a life
Of substance,
To not break down
And fall apart and just die.

Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”
“Oh, black dog, rise…”

Let us seek to find
Every color of the sky
Back outside;
Outside,
Black dog…
Rise!

First thing, yeah first thing in the morning
the black dog wakes
and he opens his eyes;
He likes to watch the sunrise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise!”

Of What, I Am Not Certain

I remember when
Our eyes opened
With the rising of the sun

The smell of morning air
And a renewal that cannot quite be captured
In words
Can only be felt
But for a moment

I remember standing
Behind a frozen pane of glass
Staring out
Into a world of swirling white
Wondering
Whether there was still anything left at all
Beyond

There is a chill which lingers
In the air even in warm rooms
Waiting
Until finding its way
Straight through thick jackets
Shirts and flesh beneath
Straight to the core
Of what, I am not certain
For I have felt it so many times before
But cannot trace
From where it started
Nor when or where it ceased to be

What It Is to Rise and Fall

It is said
We are born of the soil
No more than dust made flesh
Destined as such to return someday
Scattered as it were
To every corner of the turning Earth

If this is so
I should hope we may one day know
What it is to rise and fall
To move with the seasons
To be blown about
Without care for where we land
Content in knowing
That we are more than the total of our digits and limbs
More than the flesh which stretches across muscle and bone

For is it not so
That every grain of sand which is tossed about
In the seas and in the inland rivers
Has seen more than we could ever truly know
Has been more than we would care to admit
Precious in that no number can contain
No words can put to meaning
The vast and awesome power of this fragile balance
Wherein we lie
Somewhere between
What we call life
And that which calls it to be so

In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows

The world around me is aglow
In a golden hue
And I find contentment
In the simple truths
The little moments
And the grandiosities
All the same
But there are still hours
Days
Weeks at times
Where my attention is drawn
To the shadows which fall
Across the otherwise luminous landscape
Cast by any of the numerous features that line the horizon at all times
Features which may have been since the very Earth itself rose up to meet the sky
Magnified at will by the angle at which the light falls
Whether immense or insignificant in size
The sharp contrast draws them out just the same
And I am left standing
In the light
Seeing only the shadows

Disperse, O Thoughts Within My Head

Disperse, o thoughts within my head
I’ve no time for you
I must leave bed

The sun is up now in the sky
It’s gone to work
And so must I

Disperse, o thoughts within my mind
I’ve better ways
To spend my time

The wind blows snowflakes to and fro
It moves so fast
And I must go

Disperse, o thoughts of useless yearning
There are important skills
I must be learning

The river flows from spring to ocean
It never rests
I stay in motion

Disperse, o thoughts of awe and wonder
I’ve treasure troves
To find and plunder

The stones have stood the test of time
They’ve hold their own
As I’ll hold mine

Disperse, o thoughts within my head
There will be time enough
When I am dead