No reason, none at all

No reason, none at all
These hash marks now haystacks
Absent of a needle
Shuffling in its cracks

Positioned on an arc
Beneath the dome somewhere
Empty thoughts are heavy
And tulip stems are bare

In the inches searching

In the inches searching
For anything profound
The touch of a tangent
A new tuning fork sound

An exchange of feelings
May be needed to reach
The sound of compassion
The offer of a peach

The human condition

The human condition
Is just ordinary
It is ours and then not
Silo lives we bury

We bloom until we break
On broken or strong stems
Victims or survivors
You and me, us and them

A day out of season

A day out of season
The sun still keeping time
The envelope contents
"We are" and not the I'm

In the pocket of New
Apart from any past
Yet not future arrows
The stare of Now is cast

A disposable thought

A disposable thought
In the center of green
Cannot fall from my mind
In a moment pristine

To have witnessed the false
Pervading the prairie
The obvious result
Engagement, can't marry

In our own haute couture

In our own haute couture
Threads of knowledge and heart
Tailored and embellished
Individual Art

While living in our clothes
Hiding loose threads and holes
Regrets tucked in pockets
Our sleeves must bare our souls

Forever is too long

Forever is too long
This moment is passing
It seems monumental
But not everlasting

Learning acceptance of
My own foolish fishing
My restless worm riggles
No catch after wishing

This repeating chorus

This repeating chorus
No third eye, a cyclops
Where is realism
Not theatrical props

This story is stories
Stacked up like cinder blocks
Too much of the same and
Nothing varied as rocks

Is there a moment when

Is there a moment when
It all comes together
Or is it just questions
Forever on tether

Is there a moment that
Peace is ushered by grace
When the tension is gone
And release from our face

Too much on a pinhead

Too much on a pinhead
It's crowded like clover
In the density can
We see the sky over

We all travel alone
In a togetherness
Some are pillars of stone
Others fluid finesse

The feeling of discard

The feeling of discard
And the no sense of worth
The utter dismissal
That began at my birth

But the strength of my root
The resilience of stem
Defying the climate
And the wishes of them

The unknown catalyst

The unknown catalyst
Skipping stones across thought
Caressing the pristine
Learning what can't be taught

Somewhere in good graces
Of moments in suspense
The release of abstract
No boundaries or fence

Fear, too close to a wound

Fear, too close to a wound
Impulsive protection
Dodging eyes and answers
To avoid infection

In the grand scheme of things
Even my perspective
What does it matter, not -
In the vast collective