New year, new work!

I am very pleased to announce that after months of banging my head against my laptop, wondering where in the hell my muse ran off to, I have (at long last) completed two new works of art! These pieces and more can be found on the Digital page of this blog. Happy new year to all!!!

Soul Searching

its an urge,
never yielding

growing
with every shallow breath

intoxicating,
I am consumed

dreams pull me
into this darkened room

searching for myself,
always coming up short

The Memoir of My Insanity

sub-consciousness is the burden
of the broken hearted soul,
playing a picture show of sorrow
digging up the mind, deepening the hole.

blame is such and easy way out,
always, “he said, she said…”
back and forth until the fuel runs out,
until reality is just dead;

then all you have is loneliness
and you realize, after all,
you were simply smelling flowers
at your suicides own funeral.

Stand Alone

I stand at canyons rim
thoughts whirl through my mind
like many koi in a pond

can’t scream, I dare not
my voice is weary from crying
I only stand rooted as a tree

dam my heart for ignoring karma
this ideal life is empty
just a hunt for food, drink, pleasure

just as buds bloom only to die
so does the queen
wither within her hive

Looking at me

dry within my skin
i wither

in the mirror
i am a ghost

dry as bone
i wither

Where is my muse?

Has it gone away?
Is it hiding deep within?
I long to go out searching
But don’t know where to begin.

I get so lonely siting
Day after day,
Waiting for a spark of inspiration,
Loosing hope as the clock ticks away.

I am tortured
By my loss of lust for life.
Watching the sun set and rise,
Having nothing now for which to strive.

My lover calls to give me hope,
And reminds me that the moon is full.
But though I stand beneath its glow
All is not well

Simply, nothing seems right.

Where is my muse?
Without it I am so brittle
I am so frail
Will I be forever alone?

Answer is a resounding yes
As far as I can tell.

losing faith

shrouded in the darkness
souls, forever lost,
cling to faith as children
cling to their mothers.

hope rises through the light,
above deaths weary hand,
to the waiting arms
of an empty god.

rest in fear, child dear.
easily rest in the light
that blinds our eyes
from the dark truth of life.

Spiders Song

sitting at my desk
one luminous day
a little black spider
came joyfully my way

down from the ceiling
on silver thread so fine
dangling before me
reading my mind

a puff of air
I blew his way
and he sang to me
as he began to sway:

“I’m just a spider
nothing less or more
spinning those webs
you see in the door”

“I’m just a spider
that no one admires
with long creepy legs
like all other spiders”

listen to him I did
for a minute or two
then he scurried away
as spiders do

I still giggle a little
from time to time
when I think of spider
and his modest rhyme

Mr. McMullet, the Giant

Mr. McMullet, the Giant
came stomping home one day
he stomped up to his tiny wife
she could tell he had something to say

his eyes were a blaze with strife
and he opened his mouth to shout
but then he paused, turned to the door
and proceeded to stomp out

Mrs. McMullet could only giggle
she new exactly what this was all about

you see Mrs. McMullet was sick
of all his shouting and stomping around
so she mixed him up a potion 
so he wouldn’t make a sound

yes, he still stomps about
as giant men often do
but now there’s peace
in the McMullet home
and a blissful quiet too

Across the Distance

I still can’t blank over the memory
of that chance encounter.
He was a rock star.
Head-banger in basketball shorts,
His guitar wailed
as his fingers danced across the fret board.
And I stood in the crowd,
drink in hand, and dressed to kill.

Across the distance he caught my eye.
And why, I’ll never know, but somehow
He was there that night for me, and me alone.

We found our way into each others arms.
And in the moment
he stole my heart away.
The world slowed just for us
he took my hand and kissed me
as though he had kissed me before.

And then, as quickly as he had appeared,
he was gone,
Swallowed by the darkness of night.
I feared I would never see him again.
That he would disappear forever
across the distance.

My soul leapt when he sent that first message.
And I could only laugh when he wrote
That he didn’t think I’d remember his name.

He had no idea
his name was branded on my heart
Just as his eyes were burned into my memory
And the warmth of his lips on mine
would stay with me always.

And now across the distance
he blows my mind
With nothing more than words on a screen
he melts my heart,
We share secrets,
exchange promises and desires,
And he speaks to me as though he never left my side.

As the distance seems to grow
with each passing day
My heart grows fonder, and I fall deeper.
I long, blindly, for his love,
the one thing I can not have,
As though I am staring up into acid rain,
wondering why it burns.