AN OVERTURE TO ILLUMINATION
light a heart but take in consideration
the surprise,
oh you never know what spark you can light,
there goes our love again — — —
far away it knows
home is a desperate attempt
(cocoon your heart, cocoon your heart)
a tepid dream
that follows me
reminder of the time
i lay wasted
as if
the days, the years,
the seconds
weren’t so damn precious
an irrevocable dream
that tugs my slumber
dastardly disturbed
so that any illusions
i attempt to hold
get pushed out of consciousness, as i
lay unconscious.
a shout that gnaws
but manifests as a
quiet yet unyielding
dissatisfaction
so that
dreaming becomes
an ache so restless
that sleep must be
pulled from the light
of day instead
tepid dreams of boring minutiae
which lay judgment
to my waking hours
for its opposite
is scarce
with that —
the blame lies
both within myself
and the lies we tell.
so only when i
wake from illusions
with a feverish fervor
can these tepid dreams
fall asleep by wayside —
and make space for settled satisfaction
Finding yearning lovers’ tender embrace,
The guard emerges from woods, urgent to say,
“Escape now, run! Begone without a trace!”
Lovers now torn apart,
flee while they may,
The years separated the heart from heart,
For he was wanted — thief of king’s treasure,
His knights were sent, their swords in hands to start,
To find the man and kill for good measure,
During his time away from love’s presence,
He trained and trained, in swords and shields, to slay,
Returning flushed, wrath with sweet vengeance,
To kill the king and whisk his love away,
He arrived to find the royal head gone,
The queen, her hands of blood, a smile for dawn.
A dream, another wish, for life like this,
Whisper delicately, so tenderly,
But don’t go hope for more, it’s hard to do,
When reality fails so easily.
The boy, so hungry, in he sneaks,
The kitchen, so quiet, not a creak,
Devoured the whole cake,
Turns out it was fake,
Only if he stole just a peek!
Lethe
I swim in rivers I have forgotten,
Lethe pulls me under so,
Look what fate has begotten,
Memories fill my ears like cotton,
I am prone to fall down to the depths below,
I swim in rivers I have forgotten,
Love so ugly and rotten,
Has twisted me so wretched,
Look what fate has begotten,
Into my veins, heartache has got in,
Wishing ravenously for a clean slate,
I swim in rivers I have forgotten,
Discover what the waves have brought in,
Arriving ashore, history begins to fade,
Look what fate has begotten,
Be wary of losing yourself so,
Who I was, I will never know,
I swim in rivers I have forgotten,
Look what fate has begotten.
To stay or go, that i never know
Who i was who i am and who i will become
Always fighting against
Who i could have been
Who i could be
Who i could become
Is it sunk cost or is there hope?
Enough to latch onto and anchor so?
Is there a crystal ball that i can look into
And know enough to decide surely?
For this becomes limbo
How paralyzed am i?
In between the spaces of reality and possibility
How do i know where to go?
The irony of healing while the ones you love are collapsing,
To wake up with energy and mirth,
While their time is elapsing,
Sinking closer to the levels under the earth,
Yet we will meet —
Our minerals and energy will release,
Will traverse, to come and greet,
Even as our breaths have come to cease.
My son will date an alien from Jupiter
My son will date an alien from Jupiter,
And I will have to adjust,
To the reality, that I am no longer the rebel of the family,
He’ll show me music, or what he’ll call music,
And my desire to call it noise,
Will make it very obvious,
That I’m just not with it,
It’s weird to get older,
Because it doesn’t actually feel like you’re aging,
You’re the same kid you always were,
Just the world around you makes less and less sense,
I find a quiet comfort in that,
Before, death seemed so terrible — like I would be missing out on the wonders of living,
But I wonder if in my old age,
Death comes like a friend,
By that point, I’m really only living in the memories repeating in my head.