#6

i don’t care who gets the ring

who wears it

who has the lamps and the cleaning supplies and

don’t you know there are hearts now everywhere?

like the kind that said hellooooo

and after a long yawn

and that the stuff is no longer here

i don’t care

split it a million ways and could all be moved to the garbage dump

swimming in the Pacific gyre

sea of memories of times when they just sat

or spoke to tell story

and my heart goes up up

up up

rate goes up up

up

increase the value of the living beings i once (still do?) knew

as each inch of carpet is dissected like delicacy

everything has it’s price

but it won’t bring them back

neither will the picture frame

the desk

The vacuum

neither will the claims and tears and arguments of what a human heart is capable of feeling

that she didn’t have a limit on how much she put out

as did he

as did she

as did all of them

and my blood boils when i think of how we devour the unimportance of

what’s left

dilated and honed in pupils my heart beats at rebellious pace

to high pitched scream

in order to be grounded once again

in the midst of this greedy confusion

i hate

talking

about

this stuff

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the beauty in darkness 

in darkness there is wonder

you should never be afraid when the sun goes down

because we are never alone

we have the sky that fills our minds with conplex thoughts 

imagination 

rebirth happens in this space

this is a place of quiet

of respite

of care

it has the promise of a beautiful dawn

it has the expansiveness that we can never fathom

no eyesight needed

because to truly see in the dark 

is to know

when you know 

you can go deep

never look back

and make a leap that seems impossible 

dense night

Sometimes, darkness covered the land and sky with a density so thick, you could almost touch it. There was nothing to be agraid of, but when everything was very still. So quiet, not a word, it was hard not to feel as though something lurked and loomed from the outer edges of the deepness. Staring back from out into the night. Not a sound not a word. It was the kind of gradual awareness of a presence that within the darkness, in the depths of the sky across the land, the closeness of the night felt like a blanket covering wrapping up those who lived below. In a way, for a select few, perhaps, it was comforting.

Eventually, eyes adjust to the dark and then shapes of the tall thick trees could be made out. The ground was soft and though covered with bushes, small plants and debris.  The seasons were turning and so the air began to feel cold and enveloping As if it would drift straight through you then into the beyond. Walking at this time of night took great skill and concentration. It took time and patience.

There was a large tree within the forest that provide a welcome respite on the journey. it was a place that felt more protected than the other trees around it. She went to this tree. This is where she sat and listened with wide eyes until she didn’t remember anything from the world in front of her. Scanning the horizon and looking to the brightness of the stars. It wasn’t until a ray of light rested upon her cheek, that she looked around realizing she had fallen asleep. It was as though she had drifted to distant lands and worlds and then was back again in an instant. 

Everything looked so different during the day. Was no longer confined and dense, but open space and trees that went on forever. It was though she was in the middle of no where.

night is

night is a tree glowing bright

is a memory that won’t be forgotten

is a song we all know the words to

is a delicious loving meal

night is resting 

night is time to search and for adventure

night is time to say 

i don’t know

but it’s this positive cool thing

to not know the answers

to be in the dark

to have all the opportunities in the world

to create

to create 

to create

night is an unforgotten memory

night is creation

is imagination

is spark is life is night

night lights

bright lights flash by in the darkness

candle flickers from a single flame

warm of the glow i can feel it from here

meanwhile a million blinking red and yellow lights pass over my eyes

flickering like waving — not on and off

like a sometimes faltering balance

like taking your time

like stumbling through your words but moving forward anyway

and the red and yellow lights blink their location with the midnight

within the inky sky

and as if i could take the words from the clouds and form them into something meaningful

something that would hit, pierce and would resonate

that ah ha moment when the parts came together on their own

everything just right as darkness lifts a corner of the sky like purple-blue blanket with shiny specks of light

red and yellow turning around

fading in and out

to a pulse

like shimmer

like a candle dancing

like a wonder

then stillness amidst the moment 

then stillness

and then

still