I’m not impressive in your thoughts
I seem to become
some mailable taffy in your eyes
something needing to be wrapped up
a little too neatly
for my mess seems like a chore
as if this is a mess
as if I am a mess
as if all this life I’ve lived
will become your mess
I am at peace with the living I’ve done
I am at ease within my own atmosphere
however disastrous it all seems
I still sail
I continue picking up what is necessary
and leaving behind what is not
I enjoy living
and I know
it’s enough
Tag: In Someone Else’s Thoughts
I Negotiate with My Body and Spirit Everyday
to admit it or not
there’s always a give and take
the symbiotic dance
of the electrical waves
lapping to a red, beating drum
while this body moves
as this spirit flickers and glitters
I don’t collect medals
I don’t crave a mantle to rest on
I am a moving temple
a ship with no destination
for my destination is always
wherever I land
to admit it or not
I dance in my body and spirit everyday
negotiations are always interrupted
but never monetarily gained
I wrestle with this soul of mine
I reconcile with my own face
I am no god
What do I ask of My Soul?
deserts are for roaming
but not for those
who cannot find comfort
in an elusive god
my god is elusive for a reason
what good would the face do
if I can’t even
reconcile with my own?
what good would a god do
if I can’t even
wrestle with my own soul?
What do I Ask of My Heart?
in this inane quagmire
a forest secluded
away from the metallic mountains
giving mazes of unwarranted solitude
in this milky sea foaming at the lips
revolutions within the waves
and swallowing salt and sand
what gives me the right to ask?
what use is living
if I keep asking if I’m living?
Early Dew of Morning 