Posts Tagged Poetry
On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me
Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
.
By Myself, I Can’t Get Back Up Again
I fall in
roadside ditches, mud
splashes my
face, smothers
my blown hopes, but some grant me
grace, allow me life.
.
When the Space Is Crashing In On Me
I’ve lost all
battles, drying out
in fierce winds,
waiting for a permanent history
where I fall no more
.
The Darkness Ceased for a Moment
They crawl out
of soil, to help, to
forgive me,
to hold me,
showing me I’m not in hell,
beveling, I’m warm.
They Were Everywhere After I Awoke
When I hear
the monsters coming,
I hide, and
they don’t hear
me, but they look at me and
see dark disaster.
While Working on Using Any Wisdom I Might Possess
Pilots fly
us to the other
side and we
fall, fail, and
oceans swallow us deeply
looking for old men.
I Struggle Early (and Often)
There are morn-
ings when I can’t get
out of jail,
details pop,
humans strangle, cutting, leav-
ing insane self down.
.
One day, the sun, the trees, and the light post marked my mood.
A Day Crossing Some Unusual Desert Land
Grayed windows
highlight slimy life,
creepy sun
sending them
off to hide, sorting mismatched
colors, death soon here.
Saturday Death at Costco
I want to
love people, forgive
and be calm,
always smile,
but I am not bright sun, and
I am blasted dead.
.
Was I at Denny’s with her One Time?
Baby brown booth,
you staring, then shouts
tell me you
hate me; my
mother hates me, shows me I’m
shit living badly.
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