[the fire, the fear, the why]
bones of contention
broken in disgust
trailing dust thru
memories unwanted
emotions uninvited
clamp down
as heartstrings
pulse with dissonance
and humanity unravels
in the red glare
of its last gleaming twilight.
*
[transient totality]
it is a farce to maintain
the illusion of a unified self
a shifting constellation
misinterpreted as a static phenomenon
a chaos of forms rather than a fixed state
this delusion becomes the norm
a default setting of simplicity
that breeds the cruel despair of ego run riot
and a life bereft of soul.
*
[until the wind calls you home]
long away
but never far
from the heart
know
that nothing
was a waste
every word,
every prayer,
every wish
made its way to my soul
and helped me define my presence
in this often too cruel world
and know
that when you go
you will always remain.
*
[sinking]
beauty brings a heaviness
pulling me down toward
the bottom rung
thoughts caressed
of a closeness long gone
seeming so far
from return
as the meantime wastes
filled with useless longing
and the countless days
cast their dark and lonely shadows.
*
[so, anyway]
easing into submission
from all the wrong ways gone
all the love
that never fell
all the loneliness that ensues
acceptance goes along way
and it goes farther and farther
every day.
*
[strangeness and splendor]
brutality
is pierced
by beauty
from every
pupiled angle
of reverence
when beheld
not only by sight
but with the deepest
tendrils of emotion.
***
“Because the world is so full
of death and horror, I try again
and again to console my heart
and pick the flowers that grow
in the midst of hell.”
- Hermann Hesse
Dispatches from the Suicide Hours of Immortality 