Waning

Φ

Pale in Forgiveness

Hemorrhaging Faith

Staining the shadows binding

in Despair

φ

 

 

Nadir

Θ

A thousand years

interned in a dungeon

Through time

i have finally stacked up enough stones

to reach the barred window

Climbing up the pile

i look out

past the bars

upon the outside

for the first time

and have no idea

what i’m looking at

θ

Chasing the Equatorial Horizon

Ω

Walking in a circle

revisiting each step

again and again

Ad infinitum

.

Ending and beginning

in the Chasm

Highpoint of memory

bottomless in despair

.

If if virtue is gold

my soul is poor

each revolution

refilling the pit with debt

.

In it collects the runoff

of apprehension and fear

as a cauldron of doubt

and crucible for folly

.

yet at the edge again

by my choice

i bring myself

wan and bridgeless

.

Though after the crossing

as i emerge and walk yet away

am i really leaving

or beginning the trip back

ω

Square Peg

Θ

The World

was once round

Then Man

Shaved off the edges

Making it square

so it would fit

in his Machine

θ

Slow Down

◊

Perfection

is a goal

Mistakes

become the

Journey

◊

Hmmm!

¤

From what I can tell

The world

I live in

.

Doesn’t exist

¤

Pale

Θ

Perfection

as sterility

can not sustain life

Though

sorrow

would protest

θ

October’s Fire

◙

It begins

the Fall of Night

Darkness embraces life

Saturating the light

Dim violet flames

The Fire Dervish

-

With Burning Heart

-

Tends a garden

of Flame

◙

Youth, Wasted on the Young

◊

~NO~

Youth, Ignored by the Old

◊

 

Emperors

Φ

For long now

I have watched

Many

Rail against

So many

 

One

Will question

Their brother

Question their elders

Question their leaders

Question their culture

Question their world

Question their god

Question life

 

Yet too few

Have i seen

Who first

Question themselves

Φ

 

light Is

Θ

All the ash in Hell

Can not bury

A single act

Of forgiveness

Θ

 

Changing Compass

≠

It seems to me that

when one is lost

All directions

lead toward the Wrong Way

Burdened with aimlessness

An individual may find comfort

in their present location

Hanging the ‘Home sweet Home’ sign

Yet

When over the horizon one can see

A destination,

Do All directions then lead

To that goal

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Buzz Kill

◊

I can’t get high

Or should I say

Nothing gets me high

Anymore

-

Alcohol helps me not care

But only for a few hours

I never feel anything good

I only feel numb

-

Weed doesn’t do it either

It may help me get away for a while

But upon returning i find

The world hasn’t gone anywhere

-

Stress pills are a complete joke

yeah they give me a lift

But only up to the Factory approved level

Slowly destroying the body

-

The hard stuff

Screw that garbage

Even the wandering blind can see

A shovel helps dig six feet down

-

The T.V

I don’t want enslavement

Babies who see it before they speak

Die of cancer on an assembly line

-

Love?

Ahh, the reason Why

But i’ve never had trouble with Why

It’s How i can’t get my head around

-

The wood shop sounds good

But the only reason i’m in there

Is because I can’t afford a contractor

So it’s really only more work

-

The hobbies couldn’t do it either

The many hours & dollars of work

Over these past years

Add up to Zero success

-

The days of celebration

Not even close

Either no one participates

Or i’m busy with someone’s problems

-

Music is the closest so far

Mixed with an open road

Driving 85 mile per hour

Singing as loud as i want

-

But that only lasts until some jackass

blocks the fast lane while passing a truck

doing the Factory approved speed limit

For what seems like rest of Time

-

I don’t want my fire to be big

I don’t care if it warms anyone

I don’t need it to last forever

I just want it not to be pissed on

-

It’s been put out so many times now

I can’t feel any heat

Even if there is plenty of tinder left

I’m having a hard time finding my flint

◊

New Year

A Happy New Year to all.

Light & Laughter

Creation & Openness

Warmth in Solitude

Peace in Friendship

aun Aprendo

Peak Color in the Back Woods

There are still a few trees holding on to their green.  But by the time they turn color most other trees will have dropped.  There are also several bare trees in the woods even now.

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Wednesday’s Woodland Walk #9

ς

Eastern Worm Snake

(Carphophis amoenus amoenus)

It likes my hat

-

Shaking Hands

-

It says “Hi”

ς

The Judge

≡

If you have read

About the Defendant

Then you know

Of the White Bear

He is my

Judge, Jury, & Executioner

Never haunting

Only condemning

Though years pass

Between sentences

Always do I hear

the clap of the clawed gavel

Rending my Fate

Now again

I stand before him

Not once

But twice

I am

To old to Fear

To tired for Angst

Poised in Trepidation

In dream I walk

Through a forest glorious

Finding upon a turn

The Demon of the Scale

He feasts

But not on me

I may pass

Unchallenged

Into a field of Light

In a dream I stand

Inside a room

Before a door

I open

Egress blocked

Progress halted

Crowding me

White Bear Cubs

They sought me

Found me

Together we are

Peaceful

I have sought Balance

Have I found it?

≡

Wednesday’s Woodland Walk #8

Δ

BEAR

Strolling along the side of the road

-

Full grown adult

American Black Bear

-

I found some smaller tracks up the road

(My hand for comparison)

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