Waldeinsamkeit
I stand alone amid the green
and give voices to the failing trees.
Enthroned at the heart of the world,
my land ripples out beyond me.
I am lord of the leaves,
king of the canopy,
and yield my divinity to none.
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Sacred Flame
True Fire, born of the spark;
Blue Fire, trickster in the dark.
Bright Fire, boon for the bless’d;
Blight Fire, to deal with the rest.
Bold Fire, strong and stout;
Old Fire, near burned out…
Contact
I don’t know who you are
and I do not know your name;
No, I’m not asking for your number
nor do I want in your pants;
But while I want you to pay attention to me,
that isn’t why I’m talking with you;
And while it is about loneliness,
I don’t feel lonesome right now;
It’s about making a connection
with a fellow human being
and lighting another candle
to help us all make it through
those long winter nights.
Inner world wisps
The sky is empty
but for the clouds and the meaning we find in them.
I am empty
save for the wind and the clouds
howling through the never-ending sky inside of me.
Threadbare
I wear my melancholy
like an old, worn-in suit
whose every crease and seam
I know so well that I
can bend over without
making an ass of myself.
Daily delay
My life’s a series of incomplete movies
and books that litter coffee tables
who are slowly gathering pale dust
which is waiting on a vacuum
that needs to be fixed…
The Procession
Into the horizon you strode
aside the winding sunset road:
the long shadow.
Destination and burdens unknown:
unwanted, adrift, and alone;
oh, long shadow…
How often have I passed you by
as you wandered on the roadside,
long shadow?
You haunt me to this very day,
all you I passed along my way –
the long shadows.
The darkening deep
The ancients worshiped water
as both savior and destroyer:
for today’s life-giver
could be tomorrow’s death,
crawling up the river banks.
Which I can relate to now
as the azure devil
swallows up my city,
inch by precious inch.
Emotion-less
I’m wearied by your fervor
and think it as shallow as your fads:
an ironic indulgence
which you may one day deny
with precisely the same passion
with which you affirmed it.
Ranter’s’ Ramble
I turn, listen,
to the words
to the chatter
of an extrovert. Continue reading → Ranter’s’ Ramble
A (wise) man of two faces 