Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Litany to the Unknown

I love you though it pains me.
I love you though I stare wide-eyed into the nothingness, because I have no other company but yearning.
I love you though I find emptiness at the edge of reason.
I love you though the well in my heart gets dug deeper and deeper and now as I look down I see only darkness.
I love you although the core of my being screams against impending oblivion.

I love you and I don't know why.
Yet I do and it's a fact;
a state of life;
an essential requisite of existence;
a cause for hope;
a moment of contented forgetfulness.

Give me strength,
I know not what love is.
Let me not bow down as the storm of the unknown 
passes through me and over me. 
I know not what love is,
but I know I love you.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Finally Can I Sleep

Finally can I slumber,
Close these dust-leaden eyes
That broke through the day
Day by day without break.
Finally can I lie supine,
Rest aside these weathered arms
That carry the loads of my existence
Existing and existing, these loads.
Finally can I exhale,
Give my lungs some space
From breathing this world with me
For again and again I am breathless.
Finally can I escape,
Brush my feet under the thick mattress
And cease from running from time
Time and time again without cease.
Finally is there peace,
My ears can be deaf from this earthly whining,
my tongue without need for food,
from feeding this need for peace.
Slumber.
Lie Down
Exhale..
Escape..
Peace…..
Finally can I stop
Yearning for sleep.
An eternal refuge
From this mortal bed.


Oblivion

Memories, like glass turning back into sand,
slipping through my fingers, trying so hastily to escape
And the grains that linger on my palm,
though there would give no reflection
nothing but sand, trickling down this hourglass


Wednesday, August 4, 2004

A Part of Me

You keep on falling
In this hole
I never meant to dig.
Floundering,
then rising…
Plummeting,
then soaring…
Scratching the edgeless walls,
of this guttural darkness,
as black as perspiring wells
of summer twilights.
You keep on falling.
In this hole
I never meant to dig.
Unceasingly becoming
a part of me.