Let the snow roll over in my dreams,
Let the shore be cast away in my sea,
Let the stage take my fall away,
Let the path take me walking along the way.
The last dawn does not wait for the final dusk,
The last walk for the unknown stride,
The least is the unknown slavery,
The feast is for this tidy courage.
Where I step, I step twice,
Once for myself and another for the Silence.
I worship my Silence along the sidewalk,
I never truly believe in the communion.
Let me clear my voice,
Sleeping is the unseen lavishness,
Running towards the maze is my labyrinth,
Going to be heard in silence and not to be unseen.
Ignore the path that is not yours,
Align with the thought that causes you to walk alone,
Aloneness is the road that diverged in the wood,
The two-forked road that mends my decisions.
They say that you’re beautiful.
Gorgeous, pretty, even stunning
You brush it off, move on, it’s rather pitiful,
But it’s just another day… and you’ll keep running
They call you attractive, alluring and a knockout
You ignore it, compliment them instead and hope they don’t prod
It’s easier to tell a truth than to respond to a lie, no doubt?
You hide behind the jokes, the laughter, the facade
Just take the compliment they say, why is it so hard?
If they knew what it would mean they’d turn tail and run
For you to accept it, you’d have to be unscarred
Accept it you will, but that’s it, game over, let it all come undone
They’ll see through the hiding, the running and the fright,
The self-criticism, the comparisons, all the backlash
But when they look a little harder they’ll notice the light
A glowing ember that lies beneath all the ash
Let the mask fall away and the walls break
down,
The confidence, the hope, you’re starting to remember
They’re all waiting outside, you’re no longer bound
We’ve been here all along, your army of defenders
I am who I am despite what has happened to me.
I am not defined by the wounds I carry.
At five, the world is leisurely and small,
tiny enough to fit inside my hand~
a pebble pocketed from the sidewalk,
a leaf, the outside world, I innocently understand
At fifteen, the world is hurried and expanding,
tilting toward faces in crowded halls~
I ponder who I’m becoming, studying
the mirror and glances steadying schoolroom walls.
At thirty, the world is broadening, the hours frantic,
asking for purpose in their spin and span~
the invisible but deliberate shaping
of the burgeoning person I began.
At fifty, the world is stable, days balanced and clear:
what shall stay, what shall fall away~
I keep the people and moments that ring true
and let what remains dissipate and decay.
At seventy, the world is unsteady, the pace softening slow:
the morning opens wide~
small moments, bright with quiet grace,
find room to rest inside.
Written: August 26, 2026
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When I lose this lantern, let no mournful cry,
Nor grief-clad wail lament the soul set free;
My ribs release the breath that sought the sky,
And clay-bound chains shall fall away from me.
For I will be free
I am the fire no fetter ever held, or simper crept
The wing that soared beyond the walls that wept;
The dark was shallow, and the veil was frail—
I cast the husk; the cage is empty, pale.
For I will be free
I walk the path that heaven laid for me,
No seam, no parting—only light and grace;
Let not clay-born mourn my flight to foresee,
For dawn awaits beyond this darkened place.
For I will be free
So let no tolling bell or dirge proclaim,
I pass unbarred beyond the body frame;
The body was but a guest; I am the flame,
And dawn unseals the urn, beyond all name.
For I will be free
Don't cry for the heavenly wing or the clay.
I am the light that outlives the fading day;
Grieve not prison; let the soul that lives rise,
The soul lives on; only the husk dies;
For I will be free
Ask no door or tomb to stop my flight,
From dusk to eternity, I am free in light.
Trails before me
The guiding light of all who look
The veiling dark betwixt each star
The crumbled rook
The waning breath of who we are
Or whom we mistook ourselves to be
In sleepless fantasy
Fades as voiceless memory
Gazes upon a faceless sea
Turning, we weep
As silent ends the dream.
Pierces, the waking
The heart stirs once more
Beating with fierce unknown fear
We stept once more thro' trouble's door
We make our way in lonely dreare
If happiness greets us,
We'll away from here,
But no eyes dare we cross, or meet
We watch the ground 'neath our feet
Lest it fall away on some nameless street
And we fall double lost
To the waves of defeat.
Stare up toward the star that blinds
Know that nothing in the null binds
That the rush of life
Are the flowers of the eye
Frail and intricate beautiful
But ultimately a lie
Dream bears more weight
Than you or I
And the hour is late,
I’m afraid.
Van Gogh’s chair sits patiently
with the stubborn dignity
of something that has held
more weight than wood should bear.
Its legs splay slightly,
as if tired from listening
to the long monologues
of a man who painted
as though the world
were always on fire.
A pipe rests on the seat~
a small, domestic witness
to his restless hours,
the way he paced the room
searching for a color
that could tell the truth.
The straw seat glows
with a worn, sunlit patience,
a quiet counterpoint
to the fevered strokes
he left on every wall.
And the room around it
leans in,
holding its breath,
as if the chair
might speak at last
and tell us
what he carried
when he sat down
and let the world
fall away.
Seeking truth and luminescence
to shine upon our vital essence,
we might apply our intellect to probe
what is it that lies beneath the robe.
We must look beneath our outer shell
which divides us. It's where troubles dwell,
an artifice of our own construction,
a false face, a deceptive obstruction.
We might use it to cover up our shame,
using a costume like we use our name,
but when we let our robes fall away,
we're all the same and we're all OK.
We find that in our heart and soul,
we're part of a universal whole.
The inward journey is not a path
but a pulse~
a quiet thrum beneath the ribs
that asks me to follow
without promising arrival.
It begins in the soft collapse
of outward noise,
in the moment the world’s demands
fall away like dust
from a long-closed book.
I walk without moving,
descending through layers
of my own unspoken history~
the rooms I locked,
the names I whispered,
the truths I folded
into the smallest corners
of my breath.
Here, memory becomes terrain.
Regret becomes weather.
Desire becomes a compass
that points not north
but inward,
toward the place
where my oldest questions
still glow.
And standing in that small room of light,
its lone ember breathing softly,
I realize the inward journey
is a homecoming~
a gentle turning toward
the oldest version of myself,
the one that never left.
In
Your eyes
I could've
Melted away
Into the spring rain,
Until no thoughts came to mind.
I don't want to ponder, I just
Want to hold your hands while I
Become something akin to nothingness.
Flowers fall away into puddles;
Before I could comprehend it,
The ripples pushed us apart.
Deep in our sleep, we dream
Of childish things like
"Fate" and "true love";
Even now
You still
Dream.
They ask the tool and take the answer fast,
With no uncertain doubts they ever cast.
The words look good, the lines are smooth and neat,
But funny faults lie low in the sheet.
They skip the work that builds a curious mind,
And leave their deeper thoughts way behind.
Their borrowed lines will fade and fall away,
Like morning dews that vanish in the day.
So, learn to think, to doubt, to test and see,
Or lose your voice and your personality.
7/5/2026
Time drifts wide,
folding light through space’s breath;
stars recall
ancient paths.
Moments bloom, then fall away~
echoes in the void.
As consciousness, submerged, is buried deep,
obsessive thoughts repeat again, again.
Awareness, then hidden, is sound asleep
as ruminations coil around my brain -
thus, rendering me functionally blind,
as I go certifiably insane.
Just as I am imprisoned by my mind,
enveloping thoughts that have me consumed,
(rendering my perceptions so confined)
fall away like Autumn leaves by and by
waking the ear, the nose, the skin, the eye.
I did not choose you easily
not when Mars burns with human hunger
not when Jupiter carries storms like crowns
but you
You asked for patience
from afar, you are elegance
a quiet sovereign with rings of light
a halo mistaken for beauty
But I have learned
That distance flatters
Those rings are not whole
They are fragments
ice and ruin
the aftermath of something broken
held in place by gravity that refuses to let go
And I understand you
How many times have I circled
What I could not release
calling it memory
calling it love
when it was only debris
refusing to fall away
You move slowly
deliberate
as if time itself must bow to your distance
while I
I rush, I burn, I break
still
I look at you
and feel the discipline of your silence
You do not chase light
You wear it carefully
in pieces
Perhaps that is your lesson
not brilliance
but endurance
to carry what remains
without pretending it is whole
And so I choose you, Saturn
not for your beauty
But for your truth
that even in broken orbit
One can still shine
At that sacred hour when the light concedes,
And the sun, a tired monarch, slowly bleeds
Across the horizon's wide and waiting stage,
The world turns over a new, dimmer page.
The shadows, long and languid, start to creep,
And lull the noisy, waking world to sleep.
The sky, a bruise of amber, rose, and rust,
Surrenders all its certainties to dust.
A final, fleeting, fiercely golden flare,
Then softens to a hush in the evening air.
Our voices, once so bold, now fall away,
As thoughts too loud for daylight start to sway.
A loneliness, a quiet passenger,
Sits down with us, a familiar visitor.
And in its company, a ghost of romance
Waltzes on the air, a single, saddened glance
At love once held, now just a fading hue,
A part of day the night has swallowed too.
This is the sundowner, more than just a drink,
A ritual upon the mind's own brink.
A pause, a breath, a moment held in glass,
Where what has been and what will be both pass.
A reckoning with all the light has burned,
And all the truths the darkness has not learned.
A sweetness in the letting go, the fall,
Suspended, in the quiet, after all.
Shed your earthly body of flesh
Float upon the decadent darkness
Let the past fall away like scales
That you may be free to the beyond
Open opaque door to the unknown
Find courage in the fact you’re not alone
Did you know the universe sings
Humming as you are lifted up delivering
You to another mother in a distant galaxy
Be not afraid of your wildest dreams
You chose this journey long ago
Before you were human before you had hopes
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