Tag Archives: change

Beset I 

Autumn winds bare forth

back handingly chaotic 

against my landscape

insistent I take notice

of limb bending

leaf losing grip

crow mourning. 

Beset with vision 

I resist my changing

whilst mouth utters

Strange truths; prayers

longing for satisfaction and

suffering of winter. 

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Journal lost

Ink soaked the edges
drunk with evidence of awakening
the explorations of soul
lay swollen with effortless abandon
upon the tiled ways
lay broken clay
disastrously called to floor
by hands shaking to free.
And what linen sheets and leather
could not hold
wood and wicker let slip cool over
its blank upturned face
the measure of morning musings
now swirled black and blue
the collection of words
released to a death unexpected
and a life I could not breathe
again; such is fate
such is change.
For though in the smell of
coffee and shattered thoughts
the words remain
in the my skin
to be found
in new lines
new horizons of thought
and I will write
again.

So, farethewell alphabets of longings
passion’s questions and the musings
of days gone.
May the sky find them worthy
and the earth drink of your
flavor
an another morning
and another cup
fill another day
changed.

Being Revolutionary

Being revolutionary
standing up for the empowerment of others through the talents you possess and do so with such passion and intensity it can’t help but be noticed.

Being Revolutionary
changing the status-quo, which does not move, is unchanged, remains behind.

Being Revolutionary
a voice lifting up out of stifle to paint the sky with the color of a truth.

#BeRevolutionary

Powder (2010)

a line
drawn in the sand
drawn on a mirror
drawn on my senses
dragging me
into a space of
nothing
acquiesced to
an end
a fault of failing
and falling behind
this powder
of doubt
disturbs my
waking
sucks the life out
of my doing
being
living
it is the drug
of choice
the fix
fixing nothing
the devil
in the vein
of never
having
a word
to write
the voice
I have given power
to
the movement
I have given silence
to
the desire
I have left
like a line
waiting for
the addict
who knows
there is nothing else
but this

but there is
and it begins
with
change.