Strange, really,
Mind’s drifting,
Perhaps raging,
Flickering memory
Upon memory,
Stirring dust
From forgotten
Dreams.
Category: Poetry
Mid-Night Wakefulness
Awoken by
The movement of
Dreams.
Into and Through
I collapse
Into and through
Myself, these dreams
Both from my mind
And the synaptic demands
Of others.
Mist fades
Upon the other side
Where I find
Myself.
Youth: A Haiku Series
Youth inspires me.
Faces forces intending
On destroying their dreams.
Resisting that force
Believing in their dreamer
Never to wither.
Micropoetry
Aware of Fears
Fears harken, inside,
Rising unbidden, no care.
Destruction they bear.
Spring Blurs Into Summer
Spring’s breath
Drifting away,
Fading to memory
Falling, decaying
Flower petals
Subsumed by
Life’s riotous
Vigor.
Pushing Through Lines
Cross lines, I might.
Upon the fracture of
Our mind and random dreams.
Upon this fracture could be
The redemption
Of life, liberty, then head
Into the the dream of soul’s.
Joys embrace.
Against Fears
May someday our fears
Collapse against the bright truth
Selfless love redeems.
Dreaming curves
Time to free my mind,
Drift languidly across the
Arc of dreams.