Christmas is for the dreamers and fools,Providing light for the lost,Giving life to the dying.It carries them forward,Into the spaces they would never go,And into forbidden places. The ones that dwell on the edges of our dreams,Teasing us with a dangling Truth of meaning,Motivating us toward the inexpressible.At this time, at this hour, we await … Continue reading Who is Christmas for?
A tempest raging within the soulLife’s burdens boundless on the mindBegging for clarity on things to comeWishing once more when wisdom is goneDesiring things with emotional depthAnother day without tears One waits at the abyssWill the deep speak again?Nothing emerges from those spacesSilence tortures the hearerThrow it again into the voidAnother day without tears When … Continue reading Another day without tears
Present moments lost to time,Moments where I’ve said goodbye.What’s passed cannot return to me,Fleeting feelings that cannot be. Eluded by what I cannot grasp,Time obsessively marches past.Forgotten in feelings I once held dear,Minutes that will only disappear. Missing what’s in front of me,Struggling with what’s real.I cannot fix my eyes on truth,Shifting glances that refuse … Continue reading Lost Time
Words that no one will read,Lifelessly waiting for their reader to appear.The author’s intention is now long past,Such words await the consumer’s grasp.Tucked away in forgotten pages,Meaningful words that others fail to see.No one to enact what was written,Powerful voices remain silent forevermore. Words that inspire and bring hope,Begging to be released from their chains.Lost stories … Continue reading Words for The Void
The postmoderns were right.There are no great plans or grand narratives.Nothing that suggests purpose or clarity.We’re all just muddling through the mire.Befuddled wanderings masked as intent.Where are you going? Where am I?Here, there, likely nowhere.The great plans don’t seem to be working.I don’t know where I’m supposed to be.No one else does either. Time to … Continue reading The postmoderns were right