Misplaced

My thoughts are called forth
One by one
A sacrifice to unspoken gods
Words are pulled from my mouth
My hands shake
The back of my neck shivers
We have so much to give
I am a servant of these
Wraiths
That speak gently
And steal softly
Slumbering
Just for these pictures
Waking only to grasp them
Walking with these phantasms
Guilt and glory
Take turns choosing my path
I am misplaced
Exactly as I should be

Miniscule

Walking in Oblivion
Carrying objects in my pocket
Sunset falls
Heat dissolves
Yet I am unconcerned
With how lost I am
Sometimes adrift is lovely
I can taste the hidden
Immortality of this place
It is forever
And I am but a grain of sand
To feel so small
Makes me revel in the immaterial
There is something peaceful
In the meanigless
And there is meaning in
Realizing
That the control was never yours
You have purpose
Even if you are miniscule

The Grace of Grey

I love the rain
I adore the cloudy days
That beautiful grey
That lightens.my heart
A shade of in-between
That speaks to me
Existence is just a reminder
That nothing is pure
It’s a maelstrom
Of shifting colors
Peace and confusion
Love and disgust
But living with enthusiasm
Is such a graceful thing
As we kiss the turbulence
We feel so alive
Like an astonishing storm
We embrace the smell of rain
And we have disdain for the mundane

Bedlam

Melancholy like fading snow
A curse and a gift
With nostalgia flitting about
The edges
I am taken with the forms and shapes
Destiny has never been my fate
I am a creature of forgiveness
And change
Slipping through the memories
Like a ghost in bare feet
Tantalized and horrified
By what was
And what almost could have been
Then I am in the moment
Melancholy again
Thinking of the next chance
I am in awe of the possibilities
Like fading snow
The seasons are bedlam
In my mind

Golden

Bees that alight and kiss each flower
Only know of that single kiss
Hands that place themselves on shoulders
Never look for the next place
It’s snapshots and instants
When the rain cascades
When you whisper
Intensely
When the game is played
To the chime of laughter
The world is harsh
And unforgiving
But these snapshots
Sustain us
Perspective plays each day
And we can hold it with us
Our hands are that powerful
Our hearts are more so

I have a little god in my pocket

Carrying him to all the perfect places

As he misbehaves

And hides behind the clockworks

He tells me his secrets

And speaks of angels as if they were mundane

With each clumsy miracle

I place my trust

In the god who is me

And with each brilliant act of will

He places his faith

In this human that is him

The little god in my pocket

Who skips between the molecules

Spinning between the atoms

I carry him to the perfect places

He moves my pen when my hands freeze

For this is divine

Thin Line

I shudder with each and every breath

I shake with each motion

As if this is a test

And I am failing

Walking this thin line

I stumble and recover

Stumble and recover

There is clatter in my brain

Each thought

Pushing and shoving

For attention

Every sound amplified

Every sight too bright

And I can’t breathe

But I ride these waves

Knowing I will reach the shore

Eventually

I will break through

I will still my hands

And my beating heart

For the temporary

Is nothing but

A shadow

In these eyes

A Gasp and a Flame

It’s about the rebirth

That comes with the fire

Every second you burn

And the ash falls away

To reveal

Something shiny and new

But carrying the torch

Of the old

We are born

And born again

With each painful

Screaming

Touch

Through others

And through ourselves

Through trials

And peace

We Begin again

With wisdom of the past

And a bright look to the future

With a gasp

And a flame