Lost ?

I think that I am following, that my

feet walk the righteous path, but I

Wake again to new patterns of sand

With no memory of where I have been.

I thought I was following, that my

Eyes saw the right road to walk, but I

Awaken new to find floods and thieves

Have barred every way I choose.

I will not be distraught, I am merely bemused

By my certainties which never were true.

God, my God, if this path is not of You, why does it feel so light?

If it is Your way, then why am I so

Confused?

Where are you leading me to?

And where do You want me to stay?

I need some small guidance; I am afraid

Please, reveal the way

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why, mountains full of drums

Rivers fraught with blood

Caves of echoes, thundering

Lightning striking again and again —

END THE CHAOS

Bring me quiet instead

I’m tired of talking to you

Over and over

Again

tired inside

Every day I write checks I cannot pay

I let in travelers I cannot house

I sit down to meals I cannot taste.

I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait

For my debts to all arrive —

Every day I continue like this body has any business

Pretending to be alive

how often we stutter the making-

How frequently quick is the breaking

And the creations, so lonely, so bitter and brought

Because quietly wondering who am I is not

Enough.

All told, all tooled and turned and faded

Blinded by dust and the people we baited

The singing fire breaks up its hearth.

The poor will inherit the earth

bleed

it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not about me it’s not

it’s not

it’s never been

someone boil the blood from my bones and

condense me into a dream

i am hope

Old words I regurgitate

Tired thoughts I rejuvenate

Dried eyes I rehydrate

Dead hearts I resuscitate

And though my love is always free

Everyone fights to dream of me —

Because the cost of my keeping

Is steep.

unthought

Intoxicated by the feeling of crawling in your mind

All the secret whispers you entrust up to the skies;

Every quiet longing expressed in songs you hide;

Let me slumber softly in the darkness by your eyes

Let me fill the gaze you’ve drained with happy little lies;

Put your faith by me and let the endless hurts subside

Drunk on the substances your sufferings ignite

some today

Someday I will hold them again;

It is today.

Someday there will be opportunities

It is now.

Someday someone will want me;

It is them.

The hopes I lived on have blossomed, and

Spring has come for free.