Resting in the Embers

Resting in the Embers I’ve grown tired of this introspection This circumspection A rambling on about emptiness Seeing everything Feeling nothing Putting it all down on paper Wanting to crinkle it all up Throw it all away Yet the digital age holds on to everything So it seems I can’t let anything go myself Thoughts…

The Dance

The Dance I often get so frustrated That there isn’t an infinite amount of poetry in me I know I need to write it I can feel it in my chest I can feel it even Deeper than that I can feel it in the places where spirit and soul do flow Yet there is…

Blue Lands

Blue Lands I’m not used to this enduring cold This absence of heat This growing old I’m not used to this sadness But yet I am familiar I’ve let it rob me Of being a man And even greater still I’ve let it rob me of being a human So like C3PO I stagger about…

The Tree

The Tree I see this person that I’ve become Most seem to mourn this aging I have come to see it as a stark improvement Over the ridiculous ignorance of my youth I was much too sullen Much too serious Now I see the world really doesn’t depend on me Now I see that to…