The Tomb

What ceaseless fury,
What abomination,
Would dwell within
This accursed place?

What blinding light,
What clenching shadows
Would dare to speak
Within these halls?

Rest forever
My simple mind,
My wretched heart,
Be still and quiet.

Such tempting beauty,
Such starving prey;
We shall not dare,
We shall not stray.

This roofless bliss,
This sunken maw,
Shall burn us raw,
Shall eat us whole.

Until divided,
In whole we fall;
To holy sirens,
As shadows call.

Surface

With opening my eyes, the world of dreams roles off my face, like drops of water.
Into the sunlight, breaking through the surface, I feel the warmth.
Yet, I feel the pull.

Still soaked with fantasies and terrors, I am suspended, dripping.
To stretch and to walk, to dry my skin;
To clothe myself in lucid fabric, this is the way.

Still, my heart begs the ocean to form and meet it.
I pull the underworld from its eternal basin,
And flood the sun with crested waves of confused desires.

Until, at once, I am rejected, and sent back to the depths.
This day is not what was expected.
I’ve become consumed.

Beneath the surface, I wonder what I may have missed.
So infinite are the tides of this body, so finite its time.
The world of dreams soon drowns in the hope of basking in the sun.

What Seeker,

I’m curious, why are you here?
Step forward now, no need for fear.
Yes, in the light, stand tall and hear
My questions for your aimless tears.

But first, my thanks, for letting go.
And next my praise, for knowing how.
Still yet I give, a fair warning;
This wisdom won’t ease your mourning.

Let’s begin, prepare, float down your dreams.
I’m sure we’ll see some helpful things.
Ah, yes! Look there! A bitter fire,
Fueled by angry, selfish desire.

So please, explain, oh maestro lord,
Which notes were wrong in heaven’s chord.
Please, teach to us, your harmony,
So all the world can get in key.

Now think, perhaps, it’s not the rest,
But you who fails to pass the test.
“A world, so cruel, how could it be?”
“How could this all happen to me?”

You fool, wake up, it’s not to you,
It simply is, and that’s the truth.
Your bondage is, your selfish heart,
Not grief, not pain, nor sorrow’s art.

Man should not be a hopeless slave,
Nor take or seek the master’s oath,
So why do you choose to behave,
As if you were both?

Ontoge

In summers we would play,
Chased by shadows.
Still breathing free from fear;
Half truths we felt.

Our bodies still rebelled,
Against the pull.
Still standing free from time,
We grew to know.

In winters we would flee,
Back home to sleep,
Still hoping we could feel,
The warmth of love.

Our world could shut us in,
Comfort we felt,
Still knowing that our dreams,
Could lie and bleed.

I Implore,

We who would write,
Beautiful recollections,
And strange perceptions,
We need not suffer.
All too soon,
Does this specter beckon,
With lovely lies,
Which fill our hearts.
We need not mourn,
Not for the future, though,
Perhaps for the past,
If only at peace, at last.
For, sadness speaks,
No man would doubt this,
But smiles sing,
And calmness cures.
Our futures,
This life in our words,
It is not sorrow.
It is not simple,
It is not single.
It is life;
True life.

Arrested

Stay near to me, my dear friend,
Where my words might reach you,
Where my eyes may see you.

For freshly thawed is this,
My precious loneliness,
A mess of puddles now.

Drenched, sighing, muffled sounds,
Set loose the air of relief.

Yet still, I stay my feet,
Behind bars of grey conceit,
Still whispering to me,
The distance I might fall,
If I let anyone in,
Anyone at all,
Or dare to escape,
And blindly move on.

Stay near to me, my precious dawn,
Stay near.

Field of Home

How far you’ve wandered,
Tempted as Helen was,
Or, stolen away,
Yet, returned to us.
How fare you glow now,
In this simple, summer day,
Bled of excess, outstretched;
Clothed in skin and sunlight.
Stay as long as you like,
There is no time here.
As sure as rain shall fall,
Or rivers flow,
Forever stands our home,
Enchanted by distance,
Forgotten with fondness,
Attuned by silent musicians.

Frame

It is with breath
That we draw inward,
And, with relief,
Release our hold.
Yet, some of us remain,
Clutching our chest,
And curling comfortably
Around our fires.
We nestle like infants,
As our spirits grow
Within our veins
And through our minds.
A child of wonder,
We see all anew.
Dazzling lights,
Lovely thoughts.
Until, at once we see
Within, we are trapped
Docile and paralyzed,
Begging to exhale.