of Tanelorn
07 September 2015
Clockwise, usually,
at least in this hemisphere
I inhabit,
I fear the physics of inevitability —
I am drained.
toothless vampires
gnaw at the meatless bones,
which tickles,
like an inside joke,
proving only how fragile,
is my soul.
empty me,
the undead, chained to impotence
by an insatiable hunger,
for one last chance
to do more than merely bark
at the mailman
So monstrously
unfulfilled myths within myths,
I long for a forever place,
night to Queen’sbishop’s seven,,
I resign,
seeking refuge from myself.
in momentary madness,
as the bugler sounds retreat,
I’m free
to die a prisoner
in this push button paradise
Amen, Father.
I must forget
11 July 2015
I must forget, I scold myself severely,
yet, although I understand myself quite clearly,
I find that it is impossible to do.
The more I try, the more I think about you.
I have prayed through a litany of techniques,
old, tried and true, or fanciful and unique.
If only I might be absolved of this debt –
I must forget.
My mind, at times, seems so easy to distract,
my heart a bit more difficult to retract.
I simply cannot understand this at all,
it shouldn’t be this hard to erect a wall,
impenetrable, and never brought to mind,
let no thought of you ignore my Keep Out sign.
Perceive no choice, nor promulgate regret –
I must forget.
Hero
03 July 2015
Each hero embarks, the quest like a fire,
to answer the call, fulfill the desire,
Ambiguous meanings tease mysteries
with plans within plans, like tangents to seed.
Journey’s a process, uniquely designed,
dross from the gold, discarded, refined.
The Grail is the same, ‘though different for each,
learning is subtle, not so what we teach.
No followers unchanged, regardless who leads,
no ground left fallow, no Truth unreceived.
Be strong, take courage, so many before,
dared ask the questions, created the lore.
Each of our stories, the journeys we live,
enlarges the mysteries, and the myths.
Heroes are those who go and return,
changed by the journey, by what they have learned.
We still need heroes, there are debts we still owe,
to all those who went so we too might go.
My journey’s in words, but what will yours be?
Be someone’s hero, be yourself, simply be!
I asked
30 June 2015
The Oracle said I should get to know me
but each time I look the mirror image flees
I’ve turned on my Shadow, trying to see,
but caught naught even a faint glimpse of me.
I’ve asked every question, answered a few,
sought the opinions of anyone I knew,
from the outside in and inside out too,
I’m afraid it’s impossible to do.
I’ve studied the theories, walked every path,
tried science, religion, Hell, even math,
but knowing myself I simply can’t grasp,
(methinks the Oracle may have just laughed).
Beginning, and End might all be the same,
and knowing myself, a game to be played,
perhaps the Oracle shouldn’t be blamed,
I asked the question, I kindled this flame.
I dream of
30 June 2015
I dream of endless Fridays,
where we’re loving in the moment,
not rainy days of doubt and fear,
when love’s destroyed by inner torment.
I dream of soft and tender touch,
when fragile words need not be said,
when our hearts released from what once was,
bravely speak the truth instead.
I dream of understanding why,
our worlds are never black and white,
of living in the in-between,
two idiots, together, sharing life.
I dream not of perfection,
eight or nine good days out of ten,
but through each moment life will bring,
you’re simply with me where I’ve been.
Too often castles in the air,
breed nothing but fairytale dust,
but I dream with eyes wide open,
choosing still to believe in us.
indebted
12 June 2015
absentmindedly, she
runs fingers through hair, unaware
I seethe with jealousy,
wishing mine were hers, there.
across her lips, I admit,
my thoughts have strayed, ill behaved,
with hunger, bit, a gentle lick,
she knows not how I crave.
The way she moves, I cannot prove,
but I suspect her intent,
nothing new, she always knew
exactly what she meant.
if skin to skin, I’d begin
and never cease in pleasing,
such joyful sin, again, again,
I’d repay for all her teasing.
unstoppable
12 June 2015
The gentlest flower
can coax the hardest stone to move
when it’s reaching for the sun.
A heart, needs only yearn.
Impoverished
11 June 2015
I always give, always please,
almost guaranteed,
and always unselfishly,
never take, or think of me,
expect reciprocity,
hope someone might meet my needs.
My well is sadly empty,
no one cares enough to see,
for once, I wish it could be
entirely about me.
