In Poemy, Writings on 2009July25 at 23:42

i can swim
to the bottom of the sea
i can fly
in a chariot to mars

we jump off long before we’re home
at the station
waiting for someone to get on

i can look into your eyes
and see no bottom to your soul
i can close my eyes
and look into another sky

is the rehearsal
we just don’t take it all the way
is the rehearsal
somehow we forget about the play

a wise man said
to enter the Kindom
–become children

so make a wish
a desire buried deep inside your heart
feel the power
of true desire taken seriously

is beginning
on a journey to all that is yours
from start to finish
will bring you to all the open doors



In Poemy, Writings on 2009July25 at 19:36

All the treasures I touched have turned to dust.
Weights drag me back toward the drowning pool.
A heavy mystery works against me.

This place has no meaning, no feeling of home or belonging.
A stranger looks back at me from a mirror before glancing to the side.

Did I stop somewhere along the way as my life went on without me?
I feel the weights.
I feel the weights.

Circles of hell I’ve always walked.
I see this now.
When I thought I was stepping out of one, I stepped into a smaller, tighter one.
One day I will reach that Center where no movement can be made, and there is no smaller thing for me to become.
Where my life and my death meet, there can be nothing left to find–
except myself.

I go to this center, to this lowest region of Hades.
I accept this as the quest set to me:
To journey through the deserts of corruption and emptiness while dreams of Paradise plague me until I reach some final Hell of Enlightenment.

Once I resisted this darkness as a shroud of annihilation.
Now I will wear this shroud as the robe of my calling.
I will look into this darkness as my mirror,
walk into this Cold Embrace, and rest my weary forehead on her shoulder.
Her smooth cool hand takes mine.
She leads me.
Now I will see
What she will show me.

ordinary charm

In Poemy, Writings on 2009July25 at 16:22

serenade me on through this enchanted world
Bach and Al Capone together in this magic lamp
i tuck underneath my arm
and with an ordinary charm i make my way
through this enchanted world