We know very little

But we know this

Life does not require death

But death requires life

And this says everything

i think perhaps
we are insane
people i mean
killing for belief
shooting innocents
as twisted absolution
calling for light
while drowing
in the pitch

this day
is not what it used to be
or maybe it is
once i slept,
once i waked
hopped on my bike
then was gone
long, warm days
filled with absence
and blessed isolation
interupted for a time
a regimented obedience
to an imaginary god
with imaginary people
now again full circle
let us rest until we’re ready
amble and chore
and be oursleves
in this place
exist in this space

Close your eyes

And I will wake you

To a real life

A thing of dreams

A king of dreams

I’ve seen you’re dark

I’ve felt your guilt

You have no secrets

Every yearning thought

I’ll spin into a web

That traps your heart

Until you rise

Screaming

Life passes through me
Like neutrinos through the earth
As if I’m not even here
Just a ghost before a light
And there is no part of me deep enough
To capture the interactions
That occur throughout my day
I would collect these moments
If i could
But they are water in sieve
Run out and away

Based on the outstanding series Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, I expect this movie will be a powerful exploration of trauma, pain and the struggle to rise above it all.

this horse is running
like it’s never run before
and you got to hold on
hold on for dear life
or let go and see where
where you’ll be thrown
just grab the reins
that’s all it’ll take
just pull back
and the whole thing stops
the whole stands still
and it just breathes
as it steams in the cool
and comes to realize
it can rest from time to time
it can sit and graze
it can sit and watch the days
come slower than before
dripping golden
from horizon to horizon –
a thing that can be enjoyed
and not just feared.

There was a copse of birch
Shining silver in the starlight
From which to get shade
From which to get parchment
To write dreams on
Until arose the apple tree
Laden with that red fruit
Now cut the birch
In a fit of rage
Burn their bones
Sit alone In the ashes

Fall blanket of snow

Cleanse the world in white

Our at least

Hide its sins

Beneath a mask of purity

Until the rebel sun comes

To reveal the truth

There is a coal

Smoldering within

That takes but a breath

To kindle a fire

And light a way forward;

It is growing,

I feel it glowing

Casting brazen shadows

On the way ahead.