Selected poems from my latest work

To far gone, and back

Am I too far gone to care?
You ask with but a callous air,
No,
It’s not for now I lament or lose sight of,
It’s yesterday,
Tomorrow,
The day after the day after,
And on till the end.
The end is all I have left.
The end is all you will find in me.

A meaning?

What is this desire to find the meaning, the way?
There is nothing out there for you.
You see the birds?
What do they find in life?
Meaning?
Happiness?
It’s all arbitrary to exist for a meaning,
When there is not a meaning that exists for you.

Crown of thorns

I am,
All the stars above the night sky,
I am,
The jealous rage that feelings now deny,
I am,
The blade that doth speared a raven’s cry,
I am,
Charcoal hands within the sediment they lie,
I am,
All that came forth from this healed wound in its pain,
I am,
Everything you ever thought you could refrain,
I am,
The boundless mystery shining forth upon the day,
I am,
The crowned gift upon your faith,

I was,
Ever loving, ever holding out your wait.

The Journey

Its what the ancient guide told me on the journey to the stars,
“We’re a long way from home”,
It’s the fragments of thought,
The ragged old shoal,
An epic unfolds,
“We’re a long way from home”,
Through the winters of epoch,
Over bridges of gold,
In the endless unfolding,
“We’re a long way from home”,
It’s the gift that he gave me,
In craved idols gaze,
The tablets they say,
“We’re a long way from home”.

I have nothing more to give,

I am but a single heart,

A fragile stone.