A Real Name & Other Thoughts: Poetry

I am renamed
and reinvented,
like the Raven and
the Fox,
alive in my own skin
and delighted inside

~

I wake up daily,
uneager to play these
games of life
I'm more than a piece
of a chessboard
pondering over every move
and calculating risk
It is not so much to
merely want a home
and travel,
expression and art,
existing and daydreaming,
showing that world
to others
by being okay with
who I am

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This life is here.

~

Made of light,
I exist within this
prism,
it shines and
blazes,
perceptible only
in what it refracts
off

~

If we'd all let go
of fear, then how would
the world be?

~

Time winds down
to an event outside of vision
and on the brink its
eruption,
I sense the birth
of a new star

~

Airplanes fly over
desert land like
thoughts cross
from each horizon of the mind,
and though the passengers
on these flights are many,
and the details of each of
these thoughts are numerous
in the end you only have
a single number of thoughts
from which to disengage
to find peace...

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I can't let go of freedom,
it's in my blood
this thirst that fills
like the greatest coffee
to ever wake me up from
my ramshackle existence
These definitions,
these silly categories
used to cage me in
are falling one by one
into dust,
crumbling even as I watch
And there in the aftermath,
I am here,
naked,
no longer abstract
Just myself

~

The piano plays
and the world just keeps
on spinning,
while I am dazed and dazzled
both by the moment
holding its breath...

~

Sometimes when I hear
certain music,
it sounds the way the
world actually is,
but most of the time,
it sounds the way the world
should be,
could be
if we could just let go...

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