A cult built
upon the raft,
which floats madly.
Sailing not with winds but
Guided by
winning control,
each ruler hordes.
Risks the vessel for gain.
Lost on rocks
this craft broken
oozing horrors.
May 24, 2010
Burning Raft
March 3, 2010
Distracted by Echoes
Storm stewing above dry dunes
Black billowing mega monument
Anticipation thick in the air
Scanning the sky for strikes
That’ll lead to the fulgurite
Movement frozen in the sand
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This arced out at me from an old journal that I was reading over.
Always fun to find these frozen experiences from my past. The joy of journaling.
Though I’ve noticed that pieces have a habit of shifting with time. Never provoking the exact emotions that laid the words. The distance between the person that I was and who I am now shifts with accumulated understanding, changing my perception. This habit of recording creates something like a dialogue with my past, and this reciprocation iterates ideas from the roots of the self. It’s nourishing.
I also find myself going back and squeezing in commentary to past journal entries. And again in the future these are bound to provoke more dialogue. Something like buried treasure for me to dig up later on when needed.
February 22, 2010
Cycling Dynasties
Dynasties flow, fogging time.
Power passed to yearning youth;
walls contain collected truths.
Lead by hand to the fountain,
our ancestors’ monument.
No tasting creeks of mountains
on our way to the old well.
Once there you’ll become a king,
though the price will be your wings.
February 20, 2010
Departing Day
clouds collect
fading rust rays
casting crimson
glow gushing
from sinking sun
gently griping
straying day
flows all away
monotone moon
February 18, 2010
Relentless Progress
Forward is the choice!
An idea already followed
on existing course.
Perfection maybe near!
Our posterity will surely find
it; do not forge fear.
A better task loading
dusty pasts together, a fire’s fuel.
Some useless leftovers.
Why are you there digging?
They did it wrong, fell and failed.
What? Past duplicates.
You are haunted by words.
Here, drink this. All will be forgotten.
Your torch; back to work!
February 16, 2010
Shimmering Seeds
Nothing new under the sun?
Reach and touch another one.
When you think you’ve seen it all,
covered this big blue marble.
Look up, catch those glowing sparks.
Plant these in the ground so sparse.
Sprinkle lightly with your hope,
and when bright stars fly high, howl.
Keep blazing flowers in mind.
Patience brings fresh to your midst.
February 15, 2010
Canopy, memory
Tethered near the ground,
I gaze into years of growth.
Longing to smell the aroma
of its blue wafting moments.
Under dense canopy, resting
patiently in a crown of red.
I sit rapturously with reverie
provoked by mighty mystery.
Soaking in citron sun rays,
leaves breeze beckoned sway.
Eyes taste it for just a moment,
flow resembling past emotions.