Dark Blue

Coiled within
darkest blue
energies within time
sent to you
lost in the infinite
passed by their prime
lost in the infinite
space and time
sent to you
though not received
love not tasted
left bare to bleed
darkest blue moods
no one can see
infinite black hole
coiled within me

Ignition

First, the turn of the key
then a dying alternator
I felt the ignition of excitement
and my head felt a little lighter
but somewhere we stalled and I don't know why
the last thing I want is to say goodbye
after such a rev to the engines
the ride I can only imagine
there's a sunset out there somewhere
waiting for us to drive into
but I don't know how to wait well
need you to show me
the fuel you need that
with a key turned the right way
will fire this all back to life
because I want to see
beyond that fork in the road
To me 'twas foretold
that this option is yours
should you choose it, ignition
but the final course
the roads to find
and getting there
yours open wide

You Are A Question

You are an alien
unknown to my landscape
unknown to my eyes
unknown to my touch

You are an answer
bringing some change along
bringing a happy sense of things
bringing yourself to the table

You are your own paradigm
standing aside from the rest
standing in your own sweet light
standing on your own two feet

You are a question
asking what the day brings
asking what the day means
asking what the day leaves behind

Unknown, bringing, standing, asking
Answer question, alien paradigm

Lurker

Maybe the public eye was too keen
honing in on games played on others too often
eliciting results your hard stance did soften
did it sap the need to win or did you see
nothing was gained through the game

Lurker in the online shadows
Lurker in the posts you play
Lurker wanting the shining glory
Never wanting a price to pay
Lurking in my mind today

Notes from the Odyssey

My screen door blew open
Blowing cobwebs from my chakras, baby
Been thinking about your fears now, maybe
Can't give them time, moving forward

My skylight opened up wide
Shined light on that me hidden deep, sugar
Can't keep the words inside and weep, took her
Too long to get to this place, earned nirvana

My roots have grown into the ground
Hold onto my courage, like found money
Won't stand for friends knocking me down, honey
Solidarity speaks the truth, spirit grounds me

Wingswept

Breeze about the lake
Late afternoon, sun setting slowly
Across the water egrets settle and chatter
The end of day, whatever their conversations

We looked up to the sky
Birds funneling like bees from some unknown hive
Funneling to trees beyond our horizon
The whooshing sound of wings beating in unison

Quickly they passed our patch of sky
Quiet returns except egret chatter
The rustling of leaves lazily heard too
The end of day, whatever our conversations

The Curve

The curves lie under the gathers
hidden layers hidden treasures
gathered warmly waiting
gathered warmly waiting

The curves age gracefully
surprising the typical sagging lines
gracefully yearning notice
gracefully yearning notice

The curves train faithfully
to finish the dream someday
to share it curving towards one
to share it curving towards one