Spare Seconds

Despite all of the reaching

Rectifying and beseeching  

Our feet have moved not at all

Wandering forward and back with each rise and fall

Never to stray far from this place

Inspiration leaves no trace

Nocturnal whispers all run dry

Gusts of wind born to die

In the necessities of the day to day

Novelty gets in the way

No time left for anything new

Energy sapped before the week is through

Collecting spare seconds still

Endeavoring to save enough to fill

Stoking flames and mending hearts

Sapped, we simply stare at all the parts

In spite of all this stalling

Trembling and falling

In all the seconds that we prise

Entwining aspirations with the skies

Struggling back and forward with each fall and rise

Be Left Not Wanting

Shall I resolve to be

Better than before -

If better were so simply defined

If one philosophy were keeping score

If I could find a final truth

And be left not wanting more

Barring this, I’ll ask myself -

What is it you need?

What better might be aspired to

That will successfully feed

A soul that simply wants

To no longer bleed

When the things that heal and the things that wound

Are so often intertwined

Is it better to cast it all away

Than continue trying to find

A way to keep the good in it

Without losing your mind

So what can I resolve 

With the nonsense that I write?

Lack of action leads to

No endings in sight

In the end, we’re just a frightened child

Still holding on so tight

So shall I resolve to be 

Older and wiser than before -

To learn to soothe my mind and heart

To cultivate peace at my core

To learn to breathe and love and live 

And be left not wanting more

All The Kept Words

Caught between two moments

Caught against the flow of time

Eternity shall cover the

Dust and salt and grime 

And all the little pieces 

Left between the cracks

Like waves on the shore

Smoothing all our tracks 

Left between two choices

Left because they wouldn’t choose 

Between what could be gained

And all that we could lose

Like all the missed chances 

Held within a goodbye

And all the lost words

Between the ground and the sky

Held between two standards 

Held accountable for both

Maintaining traditions 

While sustaining growth

Between all the needs placed

Right onto our back

Like the stones on a mountain

Til we start to crack

Right between two lifetimes 

Right now, and then, and there

Moments shall uncover the

Hearts and thoughts and care

Like all the grasped chances

Caught within the question why

And all the kept words

Between you and I

Consumed

I’ll burn the world attempting to 

Satisfy this heat

Watch the flames grow stronger now

Charring my frozen feet 

If I could but feel warmth inside

I could be complete 

Every day, I’ll feed the fire

Not letting it burn out

With tenderness or fury, for

Coldness comes with doubt

If I could tell the difference, well

Perhaps I could get out

Of all these cycles I have made

Always attempting to

Make my life, my self feel whole

Make the world feel true

To make the feelings stick this time

I’ll put them all on you

Every time, I convince myself

This is what I need

If I can’t feel enough love

Anger can be the feed 

And I’ll feel sorry tomorrow, but

For now I’ll watch you bleed

So I’ll consume eternity and

All that it may hold

Swallow the very earth and sea

The spoken and untold 

If I could but feel full inside

Then I won’t be cold

All of Life

Fickle findings fold and fade

Amidst the atmosphere 

Capricious candor carries well 

Expounding existential fear

Death dwells not on drib details

Willfully wonderstruck and wild

Intending to ingest infinity  

Til time and truth are not defiled

Harken to hearts harrowed and hard

Aggrieved arteries do acclimate 

Lonely, lost, or languishing 

Lessons learned letting love asphyxiate 

Onus overhangs opportunity 

Fickle findings fade and fold 

Like lessons lost to life never lived

Instead, ignite interminable cold

Flames form futures forgotten now

Eternity expounding til I emerge old