Choices

To us, the mind was mystery
Where deep inside the depths collide
Two galaxies at apogee,
Exploding to the perigee
Where light and darkness do abide.

Be careful of the things you take -
It's just the choices people make,
And in the place where we reside
Our good and galaxies collide.

We stared into the awful haze
Where seconds felt like countless hours
And hours turned to untold days.
In sleep, the suns emit their rays,
And pools of blood grow into flowers.

One day you'll look into the wake -
It's just the chances people take,
But in the depths where we confide
A darkness silently abides.

Dogwoods

Surrounded by his inability
The dogwoods never felt so far away
As when the dual-panes separated day
From the humming din of sterility

And such was that cold incivility

Forgotten to ponder his own decay
Beneath petaled skies of more red than gray
With a certain macabre tranquility

Far easier it is to kill a man
Than subjugate a living man a slave
His soul cannot be checked, his mind not chained
His mind, the bud analogous began
The petal flourished, but his body drained
Leaving a cruciform to mark his grave

Foothills

There is a certain penetrating cold
Felt only in your bones,
Felt only in the foothills
And in the shells of souls.

We walk into the foothills
Searching for the cold, and
For that chill which may reveal
Why bones are warmed by souls.

Goodbye

My friend, these days it seems
you're not all here.
And so I'm left to say goodbye
as bit by bit you disappear.

Doctors talk and nurses shrew:
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
Half a man, but full of hell,
Progressively I say farewell.

Goodbye, goodbye.
My friend, I say goodbye.
Soon, it seems, you will be gone,
So piece by piece goodbye.

Tracking dreams

Dreams, we say, are to be chased
Like a child with a jar
Who aims to catch the stars

I would have come along to chase your dreams
But I am earthly-bound
And my footprints hold me to the ground

Footprints are not far removed from stars
They are the tracks of dreams across the sky
And I can't help but think
You're up there with a jar.

Reflections

Into the void and formless Earth
The Creator God carved lines between
The darkness and the light,
The heavens and the seas.

And at the waters edge reflecting
Yin and Yang roll smoothly into one another
Like two candles of a different color
Burning end to end.

So could it be that you and I
Advance, retreat like burning wax?
And dance along the waters edge
In paralleling skies.

One gives, one takes,
And you and I, in opposing wakes,
Wade toe-to-toe where Earth and Heaven
Intersect and in the end we are both different
And the same.