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Moonlight Verses…By the Weeping Moon

Ruffled

Through the pollution on the breeze..

…unsettled not calm my days have been.

Unknown to those around me….

….those that could help.

Ruffled, I have felt.

Burnout a constant fire that threatens…

to core what I might become.

Thoughtless words and actions ….

…ruffled is the state for which all flows.

Sluggish

Limbs heavy

Eye lids half mast

Another crisis

Another time

Another fight

Threatens to snuff out the light

Your caring will be weaponized

Strides, crumbled

Dirty is the air

Putrid is the water

That I wallow…

….in come the cries

It’s all around, can everyone hear?

Oh, it’s a flood, aimed to swallow…..

whole.

Vines

Loose one, another grows

Tightening, another layer

Gasping, a soundless cry

Wrapped and wrapped…

this world suffocates.

For the Soul…

This one’s for the soul.

A deep breath.

A deserved break.

Time out! Thoughts that will not quiet.

So loud. So proud.

For the soul…

I’ll wage that battle.

Mind kept here. 

The future calls, though the past does laugh.

Bullies unwelcome. Setting free.

This one’s for the soul that I want to be.

Belief

Belief is…

a loaded word.

an interpretative word.

a farce.

a truth.

fantasy.

reality.

shapeshifting.

limitless.

Belief is….everything.

Do Over aka Reset

Shoved in to change

Forced to rearrange.

Thoughts settle…

Folks meddle.

Steady…

In your heart, the truth is there…

waiting for the mind to follow.

Do over.

aka

Reset.

The time is now.

Channel the Next

Forced to transition..long past due.

Set adrift, a puzzle–complex and new.

Gone, the familiar. Mind a blur.

Fear tries to hide. Panic wails. Desire wants to outline wrongs. 

And hate wants to show them all…

…But…Love…Love is in awe, kind words by ones true.

…a deep breath, a step forward…then two

….channelling what comes next.

Threads

Against the threads of time, I move.

Caught in some…
…broke free of others.

Some threads I weave…others I neglect.

It all comes back to me against time.

Gravity’s Side Effect

Pressing down, closing in.

Gravity, damn you, again.

Keeps my spirit confined…

when I want to fly.

One day, I’ll defy and never look back.

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