20 Down 3 To Go

        From every ending comes a new beginning. Such is the duality of life and the nature of the Universe. With 20 Lost in Time poems now published here, The Past, Present, and Future is nearly complete. Only three more poems of the Lost in Time collection remain.

        Of the three, however, two have been plucked for inclusion in my novel (that long overdue avocation of mine that is nearly complete). As such those two poems will remain lost in time for now… That just leaves one more poem to publish here, which I plan to do next month on the six year anniversary of this blog.

        After that, a time of transition will be at hand. Instead of publishing my poems, it will be time to unveil information about my novel, my adventures in the pursuit of publication, along with snippets about my writing process and influences.

        If you’re wondering what the novel is about, don’t worry I’ll reveal that part in time. In the meantime, enjoy the new year.

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The Search

the path is protracted
bleak and blurry
the peril is palpable
spurious and substantive
enemies are everywhere
and nowhere
the words, my words
stuck in my satchel
crusty ink pages
wasting and withering
waiting for life
biding for breath
the search continues
down that protracted path
by and by
on and on
never ever
will i surrender

Exhaustion (Modern Day)

Morning:
go, go, go…

Family:
rush, rush, rush…

Commute:
slow, slow, slow…

Work:
stress, stress, stress…

Afternoon:
long, long, long…

Commute:
slow, slow, slow…

Family:
rush, rush, rush…

Evening:
short, short, short…

Bills:
now, now, now…

Money:
gone, gone, gone…

Spirit:
tired, tired, tired…

Life:
on, on, on…

The Thread

dangling
in the distance
a single thread
hidden amongst
the empire’s
machines

pluck
the thread
and watch
the deception
and distortion
unspool

illuminating
the forgotten
humaneness
buried beneath
our haughty
hubris

The Game

Money, money, money,
that’s the game.

Toil, toil, toil,
that’s the duty.

Escape, escape, escape,
that’s the antidote.

Revolt, revolt, revolt,
that’s the answer.

War, war, war,
that’s the response.

Death, death, death,
that’s the outcome.

Peace, peace, peace,
that’s the alternative.

Love, love, love,
that’s the cure.

Embrace

soothing touch
of gentle fingers

softly caressing
wanting skin

comforting embrace
warms our hearts

we lie together
against the storm

 

The Painful Walk

I endure
the painful walk.
By broken homes
and empty houses
through deferred dreams
and broken promises
I endure
the painful walk.
By forgotten graves
and smug faces
through credit cards
and grinning bankers
I endure
the painful walk.
By sweat shops
and corrupt corporations
through my allegiances
and misconceptions
I endure
the painful walk.
By our abusers
and their financers
through the streets
and the crowds
we endure
the painful walk.