ouch, poetry, psychic poetry

Going through the motions: steps and stops

I need to leave for a while.

To come undone and take a breath in presence.

Something more present than this myriad of steps and stops.

Going through the motions,
The movements of what looks like content, but feels like absent acts.

I’ll go away for a while.

And if I return, I’ll always wonder if this time I’ll stay content a little longer than the last.

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ouch, poetry, psychic poetry

Ouch #007

My heart swells with a sadness that comes from wanting and not receiving,

made worse by a serious effort in trying.

Conditions to protect myself from harm, fill me with woes of self-loathing.

What defeats me is the reminder that I am the devil that created this wake.

Only by my will can it shake.

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ouch, poetry, psychic poetry

Ouch #006

Rising from the ashes sounds like a relief.

But it is actually a lot more tumultuous than that.

You’re in pain.

Because what once was is no longer so.

And though you trust that it is better; your body is so new you’re afraid that your bravery will be broken by the slightest whisper.

There is an identity to what we hold onto.

It tastes sickly. For there is little comfort in smoke.

We forget that what dies into cinders is not all of us.

What is removed is dead growth.

In its place is the fire within, expanded into embers of warmth.

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love, poetry, psychic poetry

Love #008

I ride to the valley in search of you,

I pray to God I’ll find ye soon. 

 

I see you in my dreams,

You haunt my nights.

Demons of doubt test my might.

 

Sometimes I give in to their piercing shouts. 

Telling me this love I’ll forever be without.

 

Darling you know you are my wife.

Keep this channel open, 

I plead; I plight.

 

The work that you do reveals me so,

Please don’t stop,

continue further, go. 

Oh what delay, 

I hate this wait.

Is this love destined to be late?

 

Believe is what we must choose. 

But that is not all we can do.

 

Tell me where, I’ll find a way.

Say the place, time, and date.

My love, you hear me. 

I feel you clear.

I’m afraid I can’t decide where.

 

Ideas swarm through my mind,

Destinations of place and time.

 

I wish I could settle on a point.

Put everything into this joint. 

 

But I’m afraid if I do,

I’ll be stuck here and far from you.

 

For that is where I find myself now.

And find it hard to break these vows.

 

The place I live gives me hope,

But takes my life by the throat.

 

I seek a place where you’ll find me.

Somewhere where I can breathe.

 

Until then I must delay,

And I’m afraid cause us to wait.

My love, I must laugh for I feel the same.

Perhaps we are both to blame.

I too am caught in a path, 

How might we solve this math?

 

Come to me within my dreams, 

Together let us create the scene. 

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