The Moon’s Night

International Observe the Moon Night 2017We see each other

Living our own lives,

Our own orbits all we know

Our rotations all we know

And yet all we know of others

Is the side we see

As they go through their own orbits,

Twist on their axes

And judge us the same way.

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Judged by the darkest night or the brightest day
Neither is true between tomorrow
And yesterday. 

The Dilemma

Evil Ice

Wrapped in the
sharpened quills of our insecurities
We twist through life
Wishing only not to bleed.

And if we dare bare ourselves,
Dare drop our quills
We twist through life
Wishing only not to bleed.

We all bleed-
The most honest thing we do
And we grow quills to
Cover our scars.

Silent Tiers of Sea Ghosts

six years of imprisonmentWe are all

Doing things we do not like,
Holding ourselves from those around us,
Living within the bounds we have chosen,
Chasing things we do not need.

We are all
Castaways from our own lives,
Derelicts from those around us,
Captives within the prisons of our own choosing,
Wandering hungry ghosts within those prisons.

We are all

Choosing how we are castaways,
Who we are separate from and by how much,
Architects of our own views,
Engineers of our own hunger…

And we all
Make our own keys and
Steer our destinies.

Resistance

Busted revolving door @ CNNThey slam into the revolving door
Forcing themselves, the door stalls
As they push in separate directions.

Paralysis.

A side wins, the door spins
Letting them through, the door spins
As clumps of them get into the hall.

Blockage.

Slowly, one by one they
Trickle through, these
Thoughts.

Inferno

LampsThere are some that burn neatly

In ordered rows, in

Symmetry, order…

Controlled by fuel,

They linger for a time and

Fade away.

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And then there are those that burn

Pushing beyond boundaries,

Burning bright…

Their fuel within

They rage

Until they are no more.

 

I knew an inferno that tried to be a candle.

 

Levels

The student, introduced
Learns silence and gets it
The clapping crowd silences
Harmony weeps in respect
The strings move
The strings stretch
The strings come to life
As is their nature.

Once in motion
They seek harmony
And find it only in
Calloused fingers
Steel tendons
And the unforceful hand
Of the master,
the Student.