Living in pent up feelings seems lonely.
Loneliness is nothing
Compared with the bald faced terror
Of sharing the tender center of self.
After the carapace is pierced
There can be no repair
Chips and flakes of emotion
Fall away leaving a mass of quivering nerves.
I burnt my tongue on the sun.
Lust for life reaches a point of mania…
Beautiful abrasions from a sapphire sky
Lilac and chamomile salt my wounds and butterfly wings thump bass
On the horizon.
What I wouldn't give for a rainy day
To ease me back into the tomb.
Groping through the darkness,
scrabbling for a feeling.
Heedless of my safety…my sanity.
Dawn will come as always, but I fear it will be too late.
Brain drooling fevered madness as the baying hounds circle,
Take my hand
I wonder on a daily basis if I am in over my head when it comes to parenting. My older son’s third birthday has somehow turned him into a seventeen year old, complete with raging hormones and omniscience. My younger son is only six months old, but seems to believe that he can do everything that his brother can. Every time he fails to walk or speak in full sentences he seems astonished at what he could not accomplish. In the middle of this, I like to think that my wife and I do an excellent job but there are times each day when I worry that I am ruining my children’s lives with my incompetence. Read the rest of this entry »
Spinning through vastness
You’re all that matters
Kids destroyed the house
Race cars, monster trucks and trains
Beware sharp Legos
Grass blade pierces soil
Skeletal grasp of winter
Falls away in sun
In the past I was an incredibly careless young man.
Showing wanton disregard for my own well being – physically, financially, emotionally. Read the rest of this entry »
Dawn is breaking
pale gray light spilling over the horizon
toward the shame of what I have done.
Hidden by the darkness
I had felt invincible
omnipotent tyrant of the night.
In the faint glow of the sun
my face is gaunt
my body slack and weary.
Justice will come
but for a time I will flee to the shadows
seeking solace in the remains of the twilight hour.
Creation and destruction
Divine inspiration piecing together the
fragmented bits of the universe.
As the damned pull apart the foundations
shrieking their venomous hatred.
The creating requires
equal parts inspiration, dedication, concentration.
While destructors only need possess
strength and cunning.
The entropy remains a half step ahead