Insanity is searching for ten different ways to do the same thing
before ever trying any of them...
No vision of the sun laid bare,
only distorted reflections through desert haze...
You with eyes like sunrises of another world,
the curve of its horizon on your lips
and burning as its sky braves descent into night...
Lights in the trees guide me on
that seem always to move away when I look at them
Incandescence on the road to al-Qarafa...
I found the dry riverbed
The one you told me about
It was a scar on the face of beauty
just like you said...
Honey drunk on the way this city moves
lost in the morning crowd I wander....
Listen to the stories that the walls tell
in knocks and whispers out of hidden places
telltale signs of life in the midst of a storm...
City lights out to the freefall edge
down to the blackwater and an eternity of silence
wandering across the salted fields
and planting seeds with high hopes for the harvest...
Along this river I lost track of my reflection
Amidst a thousand fragmented lives rolling out to sea
The smiles that swept past before I could return them
Tears that joined the current and were lost.
The hilltop lorded over him since the day he first drew breath
Blackened peak defiant to cobbled streets below
Eyes watching the spark of sun beyond the high ridge
Treetops reach up out of scattered poisons on the forest floor
Refuse and rejects left behind from a picnic in foreign sunlight
Lying unclaimed on earth that cannot bear its weight
As I move beneath the sun
The shadows I cast choke life I cannot see
When the shadow passed overhead, I despairedAlthough it wasn’t as painful as I’d hopedThere was no fanfare to announce its arrivalOnly a slow crawl toward emptiness as the fog grew thickNo warning sounded as the shades darkenedPassion fading to grey ink stains on a tattered membraneCracked shells of hatched memory scattered behind the curtainThis path… Continue reading Darkening Day
How many times must I bleed across a pageBefore my veins run dry?Is there an end to these words I find so beautiful?‘You’re either with me or against me,’He said with absolutely no regard for human complexity.‘Follow me, or fade into oblivion.’A fate that is our birthright, should we follow him or not.Play the game,… Continue reading ROE
The walls close in, distorted, Funneling me toward a door That separates my soul from the divine. Through the keyhole lies a world Whose edges fade into the space Between truth and lies. A river of grief flows among the brambles, Scorching its way across a blackened plain. It’s arms scrape meaning From dirt that… Continue reading The River