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Shifting Sands

We exist in a constant state of change. Any attempt to avert or subvert will only result in the same or another change, much like a single individual and their attempts to divert the sea. No matter the effort, no matter the expenditure, no matter the time, it continues. There is no such thing as a constant. Please enjoy the poem, I think you’ll like this one.

Those Deserted Places

A diary,

worn and faded,

old and tarnished,

its mothballed pages

and belabored words

bely importance lost to time.

That one whose thoughts lived between the covers,

in the binding,

and at the margins

now withered and old.

Closer now to dust than bone.

A child then,

so pure and true,

alive and well,

ancient now,

so cold and blue.

Those feelings

and those motivations

now part of the sand

that covers this land.

What secrets might be found in the dunes?

A Hiatus Duly Taken

Afternoon, friends and readers. Apologies for the brief hiatus I had to take the last few days. I’ve been sick the past week or so and I didn’t have it in me to post every day. My poem today comes from a place of wanderlust. I cannot help but feel as if my time is being wasted not having adventures. Trying to ask myself what I want and how to get there has become a daily task. Please enjoy the poem.

La Isla

As the days and weeks and years

pass between my ears,

I find myself awash in wishing

for a place to go missing.

I’ll fly a plane over the jungle,

go insane when i bungle,

castaway on some deserted isle,

missing my bathroom tile.

I’ll sail a ship to distant shores

and find that place away from bores.

A man of adventure

whose service could never be indentured.

I’d live for me and all my vices,

a selfish world and all that entices.

Apart from the rest

even if I’m not the best.

I’d be me and mine,

finally over the line,

past the point of crying

and surely now,

no longer dying.

I’d be put through my pace

with a smile on my face

and I might now know the taste

of that one displaced…

Ein Herz aus Stahl

If only my heart were made of iron. If only my mind were made of steel. If only I could be the man in the moon, hiding away a million miles away, far from all the things that have been transgressed upon me. Enjoy the poem, friends.

The Book

A book of truths

and of lies,

bound in skin,

threaded by sinews.

Its ink is bloody

but pages paper.

May your fear never taper

and may your vision be muddy,

for your falsehoods here are written.

I only wish I could be smitten.

How the pages tell the story of my heart,

its every pump and every artery

in its every part.

Reading, you can almost hear the beating.

Oops… A paper cut.

Relaxing, Are You?

Afternoon, friends and all others. I hope you’ll all enjoy the poem today. Reading it should be like writing it, you’ll smell the sea and feel the sand, the cool shade of the tree you’re sitting under, and just, finally, be able to breathe. Without further ado…

Under a Tree

On a cloud above the rest,

not the ground we so detest,

peering down at all the ants

as gulls pirouette and dance.

Fearing there upon the shore

there might be some kind of door

to that place I’d like to go.

Much anticipation does it sew.

By the sea

there is a tree

under which I’ll sit

for just a bit,

think a while

and maybe I’ll smile.

Can’t Wait To Live It!

Afternoon, everybody! Got another fun little poem for you here. Please enjoy, friends.

Can’t Wait To Live It

It just doesn’t make any sense!

That’s all I’ve got to say.

So many times I’ll say it

in exasperation!

Wearing a dunce cap,

i ask again,

“Why doesn’t it make any sense!”

I find no answer in the empty space around me.

So why do I continue to float around in empty space,

asking questions of the stars,

stars who might never answer?

Well what else would you have me do?

I’ll float and float until I’m found

and then I’ll tell my story.

They’ll write books and songs about me!

They’ll never know the best parts of the story!

I can’t wait to live them.