Sunlight fades, colored bursting glow.
Never to eek out more than a breath
Of my imagination. Slightly glorious
Fading into night’s uniformity.
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
Views upon belovedness
Strange word, love.
Which means so very much,
Blend of similar emotions.
Often born out of lust,
That short term burst,
Energy, focus, easy flow,
From delight to boredom.
At times I wonder the themes
Of those transitions from lust
To love. Where the dream passes
From self gratification to delight
In that other, the beloved’s joy
More glorious than sunlight.
Life giving, freeing, beyond
Emptiness. Perfection.
Daydreams
Thoughts, bird like
Drifting upon the air.
Pushing down, forcing
Themselves skyward.
The sky shan’t notice.
Only I, upon the earth
Can.
Carpe diem
For some, “seizing the moment”
Involves a death grip.
Hold that moment forever
Or until it’s torn from our
Grasping, finite fingers.
I seek, simply, to be fully in
Each moment. To savor each
Second dearly. Taste each piece
And fully know it, before it
Collapses into the vaporous
Collective of memory.
Saving Grace
Sometimes, my goal is
Simple: don’t screw things
Up, don’t make it worse.
Really, the best I offer?
Love, to care, gently holding
Small pieces of this
Life, and try to help them
Feel their glorious uniqueness.
Maybe, just maybe, bring a
Little bit more light into
This angry, bitter world.
Of such I dream.
Saturday Morning
Awoke to bird song.
Emotions flittering past
This morning’s blessing.
Enlightenment’s Mercies
Metal descends
Hissing loudly
Linear flow
Impacting bone
Nerves, spine
Seperated from
Itself. These
Strange acts
Of brutal
Mercy.
Raging Words
Ugliness flowing
Brutal words’ graceless crushing
The delights of rage
Facing Madness
Life’s madness renews
Faster, it seems, than goodness.
Will we survive this?
Such strange wanderings
Feet trampling earth’s corners
Journey’s stretching forth.