(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
