Refusing a rescue

Refusing a rescue

Continuing to tread

Dreams in outerspace float

Like clouds above my head

Reality like rain

Make puddles at my feet

Not willing to turn back

On this long, dead-end street

Brave enough to speak out

Brave enough to speak out

A backbone made of steel

Truth perseveres while there’s

No fear of how we feel

Patience in the progress

We stand on wide shoulders

With hammer and chisel

That breaks up the boulders

Not connecting the dots

Not connecting the dots

Falling short of reason

Time progresses quickly

Like each passing season

Another year blank, yet

Nowhere to mark my spot

A perfectly tied bow

Can untie in a knot

No brushes, no colors

No brushes, no colors

I’m unable to paint

World drawn with a pencil

Inaccurate and faint

No yellow, no oranges

Or green grass and blue seas

Just a sketchy outline

Graphite clouds and grey trees

The past is dead and gone

The past is dead and gone

The future, yet unborn

The present is alive

Each moment, a new morn

In this fleeting, breathing

Time, this very second

Never repeating,  it’s

Only here to beckon

Mental Siberia

Mental Siberia

Thoughts like stars out of reach

In the dark, questions with

Answers you cannot teach

Is it barren wasteland

Is it Life sustaining

Questions for outerspace

And my Life remaining

There sits the mournful goose

There sits the mournful goose

Next to its dying mate

On a busy highway

It waits and waits and waits

When does it choose Life then

Decide to up and go

How long does a heart break

The everlasting woe

Another year woken

Another year woken

Still we have not spoken

Our clocks must be broken

We are frozen in time

We can sense the outcome

The rhythm of the drum

It will end with us numb

Life sentence for no crime

No air or combustion

No air or combustion

Choosing vacuum or fire

Each poison is painful

And equally as dire

Better to have nothing

Or let the flames consume

No chance of us breathing

While these two choices loom

Born in February

Born in February

Each day getting longer

The winter winding down

The spring growing strong

Not time for transplanting

Only garden planning

With the future in mind

Horizon line scanning

This is my point of view

This is my point of view
From all my days thus far
Days spent with sun or rain
And nights with clouds or stars

A long path to this spot
But not a place to stay
More vantage points await
Soon I'll be on my way

Even the weeds flower

Even the weeds flower
Something must come of this
Out of the wreckage of
Our most destructive kiss

Is it enough to know
Truth resides in the heart
Gravity everywhere
Yet here we are apart

Together, time rushing

Together, time rushing

The day is to devour

Stretch out the sun and make

Every second last hours

Shadows like flags waving

Apart and become one

The memories we make

While we escape and run

Discard the mystery

Discard the mystery

Existence is power

Embracing a new life

An opening flower

Our season of living

And the years that we spend

Are brief and exquisite

From beginning to end

No justification

No justification

No reason to deny

If joy is forthcoming

Then how can you defy

The wishes and wanting

Seeking closure and peace

It is never too late

To find new Life and lease

First the distance of space

First the distance of space

It is too far to go

Then, the distance of time

April flowers to snow

Last, the distance of mind

A feeling seldom sought

A lost, forgotten seed

A rarely occurring thought

Don’t mistake silence as

Don’t mistake silence as

A means for me to judge

Nor is it anger for

Some long revengeful grudge

My retreat from battle

Happened so long ago

Your sword may still be drawn

But I’m a clear no-show

This instance exists now

This instance exists now

It’s breathing and basking

The past has been answered

The future still asking

So Life is but moments

Brief statements to revere

The regret and the dread

At present but not here

Trying to stay ahead

Trying to stay ahead

Looking for perfection

But only to find fault

And need for correction

Sometimes skies are cloudless

So where is the clean slate

Feeling marked and dinged up

Far from a perfect state

This is not confession

This is not confession

Or outbreak of glory

No painting of portraits

Or telling of story

Not even a statement

Just a tick mark in air

Counted in the moment

And then no longer there

What if I am absent

What if I am absent

And choose not to partake

 Will I look back at this

And think it a mistake

If silence is golden

I have invested well

No message, no echo

No tongue inside the bell

I will not take the bait

I will not take the bait

Ignoring the carrot

Nothing at face value

Chance disguised as merit

Fool’s gold is abundant

Nothing perfectly clear

Best to ignore my wants

And do nothing but fear

No energy to climb

No energy to climb

Aspirations aside

For more mundane things that

Neither lengthen or wide

The backyard needs cutting

And the dishes aren’t done

Chores require attention

Dreams are left to be shun

To find indifference

To find indifference
After love and anger
After all this time of
Emotional danger

No longer have feelings
Also mute, deaf and blind
Like becoming a stone
From my core to my rind

Childhood is like a coin

Childhood is like a coin

Dated and imprinted

Lifelong disposition

Stamped metal and minted

Wondering who you are

Genetics decided

Ingredients have been

Already provided