Vision and Pen

10/17/2018

I saw more;
That I will not deny
to myself.

In part of an unexpected,
Terrifying gift,
Too big for me alone,
I saw a new direction,
I saw light
And dark,
Explosion,
And stars.

I saw vision
A purpose,
The kind we never
Realized possible,
I saw
what artists and poets,
Visionaries and prophets,
Ill and well
did not just
Imagine.

There is more
Than the eye can see
The mind’s eye sees more
Just all too much at once
For our tiny beings
And from my glimpse
I am humbled,
In awe
And reinoriented,
And amongst my roles
That I revere
Also vision and pen
are my purpose.

Cycling

< 9/16/2018

I fear ,
I fear
I am cycling

Back into the chaos
That ensnared
Me before,
This time the monsters aren't near,
Or clear,
But in whispers,
I start to hear

Strange mouths
Utter words that seem familiar,
And I read every word
To be about and for me,
I am curious,
And want to know

Alice, do I go,
Sucked down the vacuum
Down, down
Below

Strange Love

June 10, 2005

I have not given up
For reasons
I have yet to understand
For circumstances
I am yet to apprehend
Teetered on this tightrope of life
Given the benefit of doubt
Only to see that I have been left out
Lean on no one, no more
Expect from none other than me
Dream my own dreams
Weave my own path
Take a breath
And let it pass

I have said my goodbyes
To a time when I was
Someone
I never wished to be
Someone who remains
Deep inside of me
Times are difficult
I will admit
And I am still
a little strange
But keep up,
And in time you will find
That no one’s life
is quite the same
That despite whether or not
others can
I still have
to love me.