Adrift in His Visions

I knew I had the opportunity to be like him…willing to sink others so I could swim

When adrift in the vision would become static and differed

There stood feelings of shaken roots and birch trees twisted and stirred

Soon all became dusted with rust and more and more obscured

Being safe among and within four walls left me hanging on ragged noose

complicit but loose

Beating back indifference by way of my own blood

Compiling foundations of steady mistrust on top of ‘what is love’

I know I am different from him

I have walked the needled path daily with one leg falling behind

Alert to the triggers of his vanity weaving in and out of my mind

Why go to the woods?

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…Henry David Thoreau

Why do I go to the woods? The nature of things will always understand me better than I know myself.

Dungeons and Darkness

Give me a reason why

Dungeons and darkness still survivie

It is a formidible enemy that stays

But

unable, under weakened feet, he stays..

after all, feelings…are just another means of retreat

Crowds and crowds have forever gathered ’round…they know what life is…living in that which is loud

Who among us hasn’t lived above the word ‘proud?’

Neglect and punishment…childhood words for stay on your side

Just bluster to dishearten what it is to survive

Do You Hear…What I Hear

I hear the angels of the golden age sing

I hear it and I know you do too

Raven-ly delicate Blue Jays, clear and virginal, as they sing

Morning Doves in the clasp of joy

Gray squirrels cattle calling for autumn’s deliverance

This is a bell that tolls for only me

and…

This is the bell that rings for those unlike me

This is a clamour from the untamed

This is where the earth will remain