Friday, March 29, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
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
too
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
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.
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.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
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