Poetry – 2007

“Anger Is Not An Emotion, It Is A Location”

A fire that burns like
Nothing else in all the world,
Glowing and growing until the very
Embers are too luminescent for the mere eye to
Record their white-hot intensity.

Inevitable destruction comes to fruition, as
Stoking the fire only creates the illusion of adding a

Noted warmth in the room
Only to find
That the consumption of the kindling

As always leaves only emptiness in the end,
No matter how long the fire burns.

Every time the swirling flames begin to whirl into possibly
Motionless cinders
One is left to decide whether
The blaze should be allowed to slip away
In the final moments
Or to add more fuel onto the pyre
Never allowing the warmth to end.

In tending the blaze
The fascination grows as

In a child watching the dancing of the lights,
Seeing not what is there but instead

A giant and a monster dueling in the shadows of the night.

Leaving the landscape tattered beneath its feet
One sees the flames begin to leap as they struggle to
Char every inch of
Available space and ground.
The only way of stopping
It is to allow
One’s hopes to come tumbling forth like water, and so
Now the embers die away, leaving only the memory of ire behind.

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“The Birth Of Self Is Never The Death Of Uncertainty”

Troubles may follow wherever you go, offering the only
Hand that you may have the chance to hold.
Each step you take

Brings you closer to knowing the light which resides
Inside.  Whether or not that light shall
Rumble forth into an inferno of passion and spirit or
Turn into nothingness and cinders as the
Hopeless pyre of your forgotten dreams and their embers slowly die depends

On you, and you alone.
Fight if you must, no matter how great the battle

Seems at first glance.  Reach out and take the chance
Even if the chance is so small a moment is
Long enough to allow it to simply pass by.
Free yourself from the mounting guilt and

Insecurity.  Whatever the words which come to your mind,
Speak them, though your lips may tremble, your heart quake, and your knees

Need prayers all their own to steady your stance.
Each word that passes from your lips is the
Very thing which you need the most.
Each word a key unto a lock you thought
Rusted shut by the passage of

Time and unwavering circumstance.  All
Hovers between the possible and impossible, and
Every moment matters.

Decide for yourself that what matters most is not the
Eating of the cake, but the having.
As you prepare the world in which you must reside
Think carefully before you put pen to paper.
Here there are no means

Of erasing hastily made choices which could destroy
Future happinesses.  Worry not of these things if you are to

Uncover the things that are most important to yourself.  The
Next step will never be a simple one, but the
Chance that comes from
Each step that you have taken, whether or not you were
Ready, is invaluable.  For the steps have brought you
This far already, little soul,
And as you glance backward along the path which led you
Into this uncertain place,
Nothing could be further from your mind
Than failure.  Because, now
You have already come halfway there, so why take one single step back.

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“Broken Hearts Beat Softest”

Being just a quiet girl and by
Relying on the simple honesty
Of her heart, she failed.
Keen pain presented itself
Every time she considered her trusting
Nature.  She had failed

Herself and found her mind trying to
Erase each moment of months, years, past.  But,
A blank slate would not be had.
Realizing the pathetic nature of her
Trial, she sought to somehow
Squelch the emotions that

Burst forth after a handful of
Evenhanded words came to her
Attention. An impasse exists
There now. Perfunctory behaviors

Shock and seem to wound deepest.
One hand cannot hold itself and in her
Finding his secret as the terse words
Tumbled, cold and flat, from his lips unto her
Ears, realizing the weight of his certain,
Sad, words she whispered to herself.
This impasse shall not pass.

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“Hug”

Embraces for you

Across the many miles today

Arms circle for warmth

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“Smitten”

Suddenly she is thinking about scents and sounds and
More than just seeing the
Infinite possibilities that exist in only a moment.
There are things never thought of, and sense memory floods the mind
Time and again. And now she wonders if
Every time she smiles, they know that she is
Not just thinking about the weather anymore.

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