Asylum

Come all you forgotten people.

Come rest in your new haven.

This is your sanctuary.

Nothing will harm you here.

War will not touch you.

Fear will be forgotten,

like a dream.

Our police are not corrupt here.

Our politicians honest.

Walks down the street will,

Be accompanied by smiles.

Your colour, your faith, your politics.

They do not matter here.

We welcome you with open arms.

No sneers as you board a bus.

No veiled words as you raise your head.

You are welcome here.

You have found asylum.

Autumn

Hushed autumn falls like mist,

Ushering in the cold.

The leaves begin to sing in the wind,

But are silenced by the lack of your voice.

Golds and reds and browns appear,

More vibrant every moment.

Their brightness is dulled without your eyes.

All is moving, changing, amorphous beauty.

But for me; still, lifeless and distant.

Distance is a barrier.

In my heart we are close.

My love is caressed by memory,

Fuelled by anticipation.

Though all around me dies to be,

Replaced by empty winter.

My love lives on,

Strengthened by every thought.

Repeat To Fade

Stop looking for a purpose.

Stop looking for a plan.

Don’t seek a grand scheme for all you do.

Or a reason for all that you see.

All is chance.

A series of accidents that make up life.

Liberate yourself from attempts to,

“Make sense of it all.”

There’s no sense to find.

Don’t see all this as a disappointment.

Rejoice in the lack of determinism.

Be elated at the loss of the chains of supposed fate.

Glory in the random chaos of your life.

Anything is possible.

Reject limitations.

They are imposed by compliance with the norm.

Be contrary to the accepted way of doing things.

Take chances.

Take risks.

You have literally nothing to lose.

Succeed.

Fail.

Try again.

Repeat to fade.

Writing Process

The words on my page indelible,

But not the thoughts they describe.

Inspiration erased by perspiration,

I drown my muse in ink.

 

The writing process tortures ideas.

Lines racked like my brain,

Stretched to fit form.

I pull at them, they pull at me.

Lines Written At 20,000 Feet

Blue meets black and it’s

Like being on the edge of heaven

I know the sun will come up

And ruin the illusion.

The light will cancel the contrast

And all will seem real again.

But for now I’m on the edge of heaven.

And I can’t be the only one who sees it.

Bug Dies In Coke On Table

Drowned by a moment of hope,

When landing in a sea.

Seeking a lifetime’s food,

A transient life ended,

By a drop of moisture.

That should only give hope.

If all our dreams are snuffed out,

By such a risk.

Is the risk worth taking?

Or should we move on?

Looking for something more certain.

But, perhaps, ultimately less rewarding.

Adolescent Rambling 5

loss of faith

equals loss of cause?

loss of motive?

where do I find the will

or the reason to continue

in worldly things

the simple stuff

that passes an hour

living life for life’s sake

not for rewards later claimed

instead I should

seek pleasure in glorious banality

a word, a view, a sound, a smell

this is very self-indulgent

but then, so is life

Regret

I’d like to muse

on the human condition.

But I’m in no condition

to do that today.

I’d like to raise the spirits

of my fellow man.

And I can’t even

raise myself.

I’d like to shout words

Of exaltation from the rooftops

I know my voice.

It isn’t strong enough.

I’d like to bare my soul.

I’m afraid of what I’ll find.