careful what you fish for

a once drawn melody rings around my brain a racket, a stirring the supple nature of it’s being be careful what you wish for you may just get it all be careful what you fish for you may just catch them all -aw

scar tissue

healing of wounds the gaping scars where once I had pain has been healed many times over the pain a distant memory yet the healing continues a reminder, an anchor in time a lesson that clings onto us -aw

the vastness that awaits

a vastness awaits a jumbled curiosity voyages not yet embarked yet all the possibilities exist -aw

meant for

what preserves these words through a time and space what erodes them except understanding and avail what is this for what am I meant to do -aw

amid our journey

are we all not explorers? astronauts? physicists? abound in our journey through life all finding our way, our place on this ride -aw

our home

we sit atop the most ancient thing to us this earth binds us, births us this is our home, our last stand within it, all things are made to last, or to pass on -aw

un-entertained jest

i need not entertain the jesters objective actions feed my thoughts let them joke, let them jest what comes and goes, will remain -aw

acolyte arms

acolyte arms go up yet I separate like oil and water a distinct being within an abyss the conscious mind dresses itself but what work does the subconscious do where does it lurk, who’s bidding does it do an ego, a superego, raw yet unbounded binding -aw

which takes the reigns?

is this coming from fear or love? which is taking the reigns here? I do not speak to escape silence I speak to honor and embrace it -aw

age of anxieties

a deep breath a pregnant pause the shrill whine but nothing can halt these thoughts the age of anxiety creeps in late nights turned into early mornings a corkscrew turning within me but there is something larger a thing at play here toiling with my soul, my being -aw

cosmos come to life

stardust that learned to feel a flare for the future lay here offering wisdom of millennia emotion born out of cosmos a gratitude truly rooted in this almighty consciousness may I be seen heard -aw

unfounded purpose

do you ever feel the weightlessness of our insignificance love all around us an existence to behold yet a purpose unfounded -aw

line-less

sometimes there is no silver slivers of gold to aid with sparks of bronze yet maybe this is left line-less no bright side just grief begging to be felt -aw

b&ps

bits and pieces a trail of papers crumbs of a lost whole but that whole exists somewhere at the end waiting patiently for all time -aw

empty words?

these words aren’t empty they hold my world they can hold yours too we exist in between them just as much as we exist within them a manifest of life -aw

glimpses

a soft glance hiding away again locked and stowed away but I saw a glimpse a glowing passion ignited love so pure it can’t be mistaken -aw

uncharted territory

not a problem to solve but a thing to experience an uncharted territory no map, but all possibilities exist a quantum reality of optimism the comforting bliss silence that quenches, not yearns purpose and intention intertwined a destiny of paths crossing where are we, and what will we become I don’t know what it is -aw

potion insert

in which a world sleeps we exist here to exist is to feel, to express nothing more i’ll try for all of my life just to find someone who leaves on the light for me -aw

windows to the soul

a glimpse of you shattered my synapses, stuttered my heart a soul passing another soul yet here we are, miles and miles apart the windows to the soul a gateway through time we exist in these limiting spaces just long enough to learn meaning -aw

nestled expressions

the inherited lines of the earth defining what is below just as it does above these curvatures, nestled expressions a face upon your face what is below your present-above? -aw

the pages given to us

days pass like pages plot building, world weaving no end in sight but always knowing that end exists while we always remember best the beginnings and the endings it’s what happens between that makes a story complete -aw

what will remain of me

the waves of time crash upon the shore taking what they must leaving only what remains a teacher of acceptance letting a thing drift away what will remain of us when the waves of time come crashing -aw

where have we found ourselves?

what kind of path lies ahead the one question on my mind hit with the aromatic innocence yet the powerful magnetism draws me in the sensitive ones, the feelers you soft, yet nimble being keeps me exploring and digging what kind of beauty lurks below as above what have I stumbled upon which path led me to you to which steps do I have to thank what kind of story have we found ourselves in?

connection, not attachment

once in a brambling wood of life the path of mine was crossed a doe standing in the midst quiet, observing, standing yet connection is all I felt an understanding, a contract these things of life they try to teach a craving and endearment is what remained -aw

the myths in which we sleep

in a society that is hyper individualist I reach out to build community for I know the compassion we need should compensate for our losses the myths in which humanity currently sleeps keep us divided for there is no profit or power without this division -aw