Heart Sent

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

Who I am will not
Limit me, overcomer,
I have the costume,
The hair though may go its way,
No one is perfect, they say.

I can pray, pray, pray,
Still, I have to get out of
My way, accept LOVE,
Live the dreams, fully alive;
The future’s curtains open.

All longings become
Belonging, creating, now
A moment sublime,
Time no longer mastery;
Experience, truth convenes.

What we see, how it
Means is deeper expressed in
Who we can transform,
Over years, ourselves, to be
Nothing permanent forever.

Facing the world, well,
Again I would forego it,
But whatever is
Meant for me, I will do it,
Hiding cowardice away.

Contradiction of Form

Living wild freedom
Only present within art
Forced to entertain
By a notion, most unknown,
But making poetics home.
Aware it will end,
Probably outside wishes
Still chasing each word
Developing all meanings
Creating because one must.
Lingering between
The infinite and finite
Exploring remains,
Tying up loose ends, setting
Them on wayward paths again.
Words, images, thoughts
Straying off to abandon
The poem, mystery.

The Rescue

Feeling lost, needing,
Someone to reframe the days;
An arresting face
On a screen held hopeful page,
Manic trip, hastily made.
The signs of danger
All presented open there
But the final op,
It had to come to a stop,
The power of choosing one.
Every day became
An infirmary visit;
Bandages, creams, ice,
The spirit willing, flesh weak,
Survival, frightful gamble.
Time has its slow ways
Gradually over days
Many and often
Passing the beast began to
Behave, cleave, love, mellow, trust.
Some moments life is
A cruel play on body, mind,
Sweet cuddle closeness
Can mitigate darting pain
Rescuing a mortal need.
Seasons run swiftly
But joy can lift magically,
Rescue beings freed.

The Wookie and I still have our moments, but we love.

Fragments of Mind

I was up early and these doodles came out my noodle.

Morning comes chirping
Alive, rousing the senses,
Brightening the mind.

*****

Who we are is not
In question, when solving for
X one assumes Y.

*****

When given blessings

Beyond imagination,

God is no concept

His agency becomes real

As every footstep’s echo.

*****

You do not know,
I cannot tell you, but
The change is miraculous.

*****

Bad when you write in
Poetic lines without thought,
Lyric entrances.

*****

In case no one told
You lately, you are treasured,
A unique blessing.

*****

That fire you doused with
Gallons, the embers remained,
Caught and blazed again.

*****

I need you like waves
Need the shore to remind them
Here go, but no more.

*****

Sometimes people fail

To realize love has its

Own devices, it

Cannot be metered or

Taken out of its choice lines.

*****

What a miracle
Is a child who comes needing
You, but saves your life.

*****

Redemption is not
A one time process, daily
It becomes again.

*****

Doodling in words
Just finding this and that
In the attic blest.

Why Insomnia

Hypnos was controller of none of the humans in 2020, the powers above his pay grade had relieved him of that luxury; still, he could disturb their reality. All the distractions vying for attention drove many people to the brink of exhaustion. With his experience in sleep’s theater, Hypnos could easily reach those minds open to predation.

The wily god liked ending sleep only barely begun. On one human subject, he played the game to allow an hour, or three, of rest and arranging something to incite wakefulness. At times it was streaming a louder song, having the dog jump on the bed, changing the room’s temperature, or sending a frightful nightmare.

For another victim, Hypnos reckoned sleeping day hours and wakeful all through the night would be splendid and cause eventual dissolution. A satisfying state of affairs for his purposes.

Humans were oblivious to Hypnos’ interference. The old tales were rarely told, and so their memories were incomplete. His path was without obstacle. People who thought they slept well were providing him with a smorgasbord of dreams. He swallowed their strength.

Alex and I talked about sleep problems and this came up. I think I might do more with it, but I never know.