Sometimes you just don’t want to write

You just don’t want to do anything;

There are times when the world –

It’s better off without any of your creations;

Monsters sent untethered and unloved

Out into reality to infect and destroy

What’s the point of doing that?

But this is what creators do

Without a care for the damage that ensues

Content to sit back and watch the show

Petty gods lashing out of a dark depression

They created for themselves

Wishing they were nothing

Wondering when it all fell apart

As if knowing mattered at all.

What a thing

To be given

To be earned

Like a great red balloon

On a bright white ribbon

Until it is lost

Slipping from your grasp

Stolen by the thieving wind

And you watch it float away

No matter how hard you try

It sails off to the bright blue sky

As you race after it crying

“Come back cone back come back”

Until it is an imagined speck

On the far and distant horizon

As if it never was…

We lose everything we have

Lovers, faith,  family, and friend

We even lose ourselves in the end

Words sent through space

Longing expressions

Sent here and there

As rare spaces open

Darts shot

Through cracks in a wall

Sitting in the chute

On old Canadian shield

As the water rushes past

From the dam above my head

And i, i am in love

Of course

A whirling, rapid excess

That spills chaotic from me

And scares passersby in a way

That suggests warning signs

Should be posted ’round my space

“Danger – chance of drowning!”

We are born like caterpillars

Fresh and bright we eat everything in sight

We climb each brown branch that sways

Reaching out for us like embracing arms

Tanned dark in the baking  summer sun

As if we sense that change is coming

That curiosity transforms to new yearning

And we settle into ourselves to cocoon

That we might emerge as something else

Designed to fly unshakable and free

Heading off to new lands and new loves;

Though some never fully escape chrysalis

And drag the past with them as they go

Crushed beneath the unnatural weight

Of former times, best forgotten

Of former people best forgotten

Dreaming of the skies

And fading into the forever blue

Carried away by the wind

Breathtaking and new

Water slaps the belly of the dock

And when I close my eyes

It’s an ogre

Stomping a circuit

Trying to discover

Where I have hidden myself

But it cannot find me

It cannot see

I am lost in the waves

Low in the troughs

And it is dark here

Everything is unseen

But it keeps searching

Putting me to sleep

I was born a grain of sand

Tumbling through life

Picking up grit and bits

Of strangers

And others I knew

I am conglomerate

A gathering of discarded smiles

Of laughs and cries

Yearning music by moaning musicians

And certain random fashion sense

You can see the pebbles and broken shells

That fell from the others

To be rolled up by me

Like katamari

Calcifying into my concrete self

at G L A C I A L speed;

I will roll over where you’ve been

Picking up personality

Like cat hair onto a lint brush

And you will wonder

At the Déjà vu

Of seeing me with parts of you

How does one become

What they once were

And undo all that has made them

The thing they are now?

Shall i scrape off the past

Like barnacles from a ship

That has journeyed too long

In the unknown, darker waters

Where the past latches on

And refuses to let go?

Shall we take the night time coin

Meant for silent Charon

And purchase a clean, new skin

Fresh and free

Of burdensome memory?

Or will we collapse from the weight

Of this corrosive state

Never to be like what we were

When our world began?

When we are near

I pour myself into you

And you

You pour yourself into me

I am slowly becoming you

You are slowly becoming me

Until, over time

You and I are we;

And I –

I live in you

And you –

You live in me,

A kind of eternity

I see the bird

It comes to the feeder

Back and forth

Back and forth

All the great, long day

Eat, eat, eat

Live, fly, sing

What do I know

About the stress of birds

Still

There seems to be a peace

We may have forgotten

To wake

To know

How to go about living

A simple here i am

In this place

Let me do what it takes

To stay in this space

Until I’m not