6 AM

every day I wake

awaken to life again

a return to sleep

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Without Light

Add a little warmth to your life;

Feel a bit of something new change you,

And in the big scheme of things, you either yield or eradicate.

Dawn reveals the transition;

Visible but taken over by your additive,

Upon the horizon you begin to disappear;

Without light, you’re confused with black.

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Instead of the chill of night and darkness, a warm draft lingers and dries the vacant souls who wander aimlessly from hotspot to hotspot. Having a best friend, the one true friend from whom deepest and darkest secrets spring forth to be shared, acknowledged and approved.  Continue reading

Seeing Red

He wanted to make beautiful ribbons, he pled, he wanted to make beautiful ribbons.

He wanted to make something beautiful, he fled, he wanted to be something beautiful.

A sane person calls, they fed, a sane person eventually calls.

Screams and shouts for help, they led, relief from the terror over staring, they shed.

He needed to be something more, I said.

You instructed to be something more, I read.

I wanted to be something more, I bled.

‘I in Me’

I was alive once before a long time ago not yet happened. Memory serves no man, but especially a man who went to sleep only to wake as a small boy, not even sleeping but standing alone in a world that knew him not. At the very least, I knew that there were some things about which I could never know, about which I could never speak. Fearless, however, would be the best way to describe this person with whom I am unwittingly tied. Sometimes the limitations of language limit the mind. Even still, I wake; I search, but sometimes I wake and forget. Continue reading

Super Shadows

There are no shadows here. Everything is grey. Colors abound elsewhere but not here. Even in the light of day, the trees blow and sway but fail to liven up the place. People walk. People talk. But they do not feel, hear or take stock. What ought to be known will be told. Despite whether or not it’s cold. For to determine a sense for the self, an acknowledgement of others must be felt. But there are no shadows here. Presumably, that means that there is no one else.