Now, We Wait

I
We
We because
There is no I
Where we
We came
From
A dream
Came in
A cloud
A storm
In which
There only was
And there was only
Not.

Now
We wait.

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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.

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!”

A Bolt Across Azure Skies

Sometimes it comes
Without notice
Without warning
With a flash
A bolt across
Azure skies
Arcing
From the great expanse
To the great below

At times
There is devastation left in its wake
Blackened trees
And split earth
The smell of burnt air
Long after the sudden storm

And sometimes still
It leaves no trace
Save for the deafening clap
A resounding crash
Which falls upon the empty plains

Tired

Woke up tired
So long
So long ago
Been so many nights
Sleeping alone
How many more
Don’t really know

Just want to say
Don’t know what to say
Wish it weren’t this way
Wish it weren’t today

I’ve been walking steady
But I am going nowhere
I’ve been getting ready
For what?
I don’t know, nor care
You’ve been in my head
But there’s not anyone else there
I’ve been feeling dead
But I still feel like I have something to lose
Is it true?
If so, what do I need to do?
To prove
That life is a choice
I want to choose it
With you

A broken record still plays a tune
A barred window still lets the light through
Your heart may feel barren
And mine at times too
But that doesn’t mean anything
How I wish that you knew
I may be tired
But my dear I’m not tired of you

Another Day Has Passed

Another day has passed;
The Earth has turned once more
Around the sun,
The darkness swallowing the light
Giving way to the dark hours of the night
Illuminated only
By the glow of the silver moon.

The sounds of the waking world
Recede slowly
Making way for
The stillness of the empty hours
Between the dusk and the dawn.

In the silence
Life rests at last
As eyes drift closed
And dreams begin
To fill the vacuum that remains.

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

Like Blood From an Open Wound

The words spill out from time to time
Like blood from an open wound
Dark and thick against the backdrop
Of shallow conversation

There are terrors worse
Than those we face in the waking world
Horrors that haunt
The empty moments
The spaces between
The noise and the silence
When the pounding in our ears
And in the back of our heads
Recedes
And we are left alone
With our thoughts
The veil lifted
The façade shattered to reveal
Ourselves