Friday, March 08, 2013

Edge of the Known

mad with grief
my dangerous loss
skin peeled back
only werewolf shows
all negotiation gone
I am lost
feared and cornered
sandwich of horror
I'm gonna eat
gonna eat me
leave me be
leave me be
if you don't
leave me be
I'll eat you 

Monday, March 04, 2013

Weekly Mandala: The Worn Cloth of Age

So I loved this life from afar,
relishing the sunset lighting
of all these years outside.
I wish only that it could feel
how it looks from here,
but I was too tender
for this place of hard choices.

Now its flames envelope me,
eating away all I wanted to be.
As the tatters shred and burn,
more light shines through.
A solace, I guess,
gifted from the relentless lord of time.

As each layer peels away,
my past love,
my past life,
my hope crumbles like sand castles
until there are no cliffs left to stand upon.
I'm floating out
into the silence
into the endless grey.

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