Driftwood

the mind-

although a wild and glorious place
the past not easily changed or erased
default settings find their way,
complex thoughts distracted- replaced
with petty thoughts, simple and traced:
anger, envy, judgment and hate.

grace and passion simply give way
mental continents colliding in place
wild dreams lost- lengths escaped
driftwood floating
beyond wavy seascapes.

Invictus

BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

South

constellations of sorrow
true northern stars
lifetimes of faith
in dark amber nights

glittering skylines
peripheral lights fall
through glimmers of smoke
upon charcoal skylines

eternal words breath
exhale those long sighs
heartbeat of worlds
a cadence of time

 follow your heart
regrets long gone
temporary reminders
mourning dawns

uncertainty

certainty–

although open to the possibility
on those days when the placid salty waters,
call me to explore beneath
the warm emerald blankets,
coaxing my faith in you. It’s there
and I’m glad you’re with me
discovering what lies beneath
the sun sets its honey hues across the horizon
as it drips over the earth’s greens and blues
a few ripples splash against our boat
barely noticeable. The world seems kind-
doesn’t it?

But then, if I’m honest
there are those fitful days,
the angry seas and selfish wind contend
and everything evil surrounds us
pushing at our ship, drowning in watery doubt
and there isn’t room for both of us
on this untrustworthy vessel
tossed violently between each sullen wave
holding on for dear life, hoping–
I’m inclined to wonder who will escape,
you or me; it can’t be both.
The terrifying truth is I’m ok if it’s not me
as certain I am
you are not worth that

remnants

you said you were leaving
taking everything
but you persist
a ghost offering nothing
only the haunting proof you once were
here but no longer wanted me
tonight I sat down to eat a meal alone
and I found numbers and names
etched in the cheap maple table
a translucent glare in the wood
I had to focus a long time to see
your hard lines and erratic curves
I lightly traced each indent
a’s and j’s
and 7’s and 5’s
barely there under my pale fingertip
I pushed down hard to feel the movement of you
carefully searching for each groove
as questions pressed into my mind
why couldn’t I engrave myself into you
as easily as you etched yourself into my table
but here you are
outlined throughout my home
you said you were taking everything
but you left your soul behind

crayon dreams

dreaming in color
wide purple days
silver skies cover
our jaded mistakes
all is good here
only one blue
Caribbean hues
calling my sun tanned toes
sunk in white sand
watch the waves rolling in
only to sweep the lies
back to the salty sea again
peripheral vision
Mediterranean days
cover the silent tides
between you and me

heart ink

impossible
broken heart
dissolving
within my humble body
remnants of heart ink
swirling
through me
leaving bright red dye
something once solid
bloody liquid confusion
and watered down words
I need to speak
but can only weep

the water and blood
sweat and tears
broken life and limbs
trying to carry her
as anger scrapes through my body

I left my heart on Cottonwood Creek

I left my heart on Cottonwood Creek
the pieces you left with me anyway
I buried them under several feet of snow
by the side of the bank
where the water gently flows
giving over and letting go
to the growing rifts in the placid ice
I left all of it there in the reverent wild
knowing under all of those cold layers
the land would love me better
holding me through the winter night
carrying me along every adventure
never leaving anything behind
and maybe with it gone
I wont feel as broken and wrong
hopefully in the spring
the land will beckon me back
to the place my heart was swept away
and you will have defrosted from my soul
in the runoff.