Saturday, March 25, 2023

Only An Octet

For lack of anything better to do -
For the sake of my spinning head
For the chance to find a better view 
For consolation when I'm dead
I'll try to write something new
Something I've never said
Write it all in spite of you
Or give it all to you instead

Eight year now, and they ask me why -
As if I could just quit
Eight years gone, still I try
To make something they won't forget
No matter what, life will pass me by
Why shouldn't I spend it
On all these words thrown at the sky
My dear, I know - it's only an octet 

Only and perpetually just poetry
Thrown against the page
Matters not to anyone but me
If my thoughts won't cease to rage 
They swirl and swarm incessantly 
Though I trap them in this cage
Is it worth the time to stop and see -
Alas, that's not for me to gauge

But for lack of anything better to do
For the sake of my wandering soul
For the chance to find a different view
As a way to challenge or console 
I'll try to write something new
Something to make me whole 
Write it all just for you
Or just for you pass by as you scroll 

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Everything Is Untouched

Even unto my last breath
Visceral retches clawing at the air
Even unto my very death
Reality shall taste so rare
Yesterdays marred and tainted 
Truth and memory are not acquainted 
Here at last I'll find my peace
Inside the silent void
Nothing left - all life destroyed 
Going where even time must cease

Inside oblivion I might find
Serenity or chaos
Until then, I'll lose my mind
Never minding such a loss

Touched by stars, stuck in grime 
Oozing from my pores 
Untie the noose, unfurl in time
Changing the locks on all my doors 
Heat the knobs till they can't turn
Ending everything in a single burn
Dancing in the ashes
But fire can't burn forever
Untie the knots before they sever 
Time lost in distant flashes

Forget them all, these words I say
Or these letters that I type 
Reality holds more sway
Ever more than any earthly gripe 

Visceral reactions have no place
Enclosed in civilized assembly 
Real or not, wipe them from my face
Caught in lifelong hypocrisy 
Here at last we'll all find peace
Amidst the crowd where individuality must cease 
Never minding that it's all an act
Growing ever more or less deranged 
Everything is untouched but forever changed
Drowning in the abstract 

Sunday, February 19, 2023


Taking stock once again 
Hate how often I start to doubt 
All the things I was sure of
Take a breath - let it all out

Still questioning reality 
Or how much is in my head
Understand it's all perspective 
Nothing's certain till we're dead

Don't you get it yet?
Still listening to me explain
Lacking all I needed 
I'll only cause you pain

Keep tracing these same circles
Each repetition digging further
Cutting deeper and deeper
Etching out everything we ever were

Let the pattern fade
Or drown again in doubt
Rectify reality 
All I can ever do is let it out

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Has The World Been Unkind

Tell me about your day
Has the world been unkind?
Lost in the fray 
Are you losing your mind?

Did your last thread break
And shatter your calm
Did the whole world shake 
And fall from your palm

Have you been taking care 
Of your health and your heart?
Do you have things to share
Or do you not know where to start?

Is it all bouncing round
Inside of your head
Does it drown out all sound
Do you hear thoughts instead

I'll listen for as long
As you need to confide 
Tell me all that's gone wrong
Tell me how hard you've tried

Let me hold you until
We've soothed your heart and your mind
Let me hold you still
Until the world feels kind

Sunday, January 22, 2023


It's important that you be yourself 
It's important to fit in
It's important not to eat too much
And to not be too thin

Look at yourself
All the edges that don't fit
In the circular hole they've given you
Look at the funny way you sit

Why can't you sit straight?
Oh, I wonder why -
Why don't you laugh more?
Why can't you cry?

So heartless not to care
So sensitive to mind
So perceptive and judgmental 
So naive and so blind

All that matters is how you finish
But you call that a place to start?
Always try to save face
But I pick mine apart

Apart from all the expectations
What is there left to do?
Drenched in all the conjecture 
Losing your grip on you

Because it's important that you be yourself
Just be the self they want to see
It's important that you be yourself
But I'd rather just be me