Cruel Motivations

Driven forwards
Grinding desire
For perfection
Fearful, knowing
Against logic
Your wretched
Miserable infliction
Upon humanity
Only cured by
Self destruction

Early Cherry Blossoms

Movement calmly slows
This winter’s gently calm sun.
New cherry blossoms

Hand Crafted

Look upon roiling edges,
This vertigo inducing
Abyss of my own undoing.
Crafted by my own hands,
This yawning chasm, dug
By each act of selfish ambition.
A billion small motions.

Oblivion’s Edge

Staring over oblivion’s edge
Ancient dreams echo back
Taunting me from the mists,
Warbling amongst fir and cedar
Known, yet unseen, untouched.
Once the sun awakens and life’s
Raucous, boisterous clamor
Silences the challenge, peace
Returns.

Gazing

My mind drifts onward
Lighting upon cloudy dreams
Embraced future tense

Variations

Embrace the strangeness,
Unique viewpoints we each bring
Colors in stained glass

Heading Home

Into darkened skies
Flung upwards against logic
Longing pulls homewards

Facing Homewards

Completed journey
Having done all that I can
Now facing homewards

Humanity’s Echoes

Morning’s strange silence,
A gentle hum from machines
Human’s echoing

Back and Forth

Reading it forwards
Our life ages gracefully.
Can we go backwards?