The Dead Spot

Walking Into The Abyss

Courtesy of: RiseEarth

There is a moment rarely found
Between hope and fear
Where silent eternity abounds
Unborn, limitless and clear
Where worlds and words fall away

This is where life is truly lived

Stepping from the edge of thought
The abyss greets one and all
From paths always fraught
To embrace the dead spot and fall
Awakening in the dream

With nowhere else to go





The Play


When time has passed and I am worn
Upon this wrinkled brow is borne
Of conquests long since forgotten
And treasures won, spent, and begotten

Cracking knees speak of prayers spoken
In times of need and a soul so broken
Upon this back, life’s burden was laid
And with every breath a debt was repaid

And finally as I lay me down to sleep
I know that nothing was meant to keep
A world, a stage, upon which we play
Another act will begin as we fade away




Vision draws shapes of beauty
Imagined treasures
Of flowing lines
Between eyes and heart

Bound in want and need
Have and hold
Until death…
Destined to always part

Into shallow sight all will fall
Depths rarely seen
In blinding form
Rise to betray a heart







Put this life on hold
An old clock swings
The back and forth
No rhythm of rhyme
No rhyme or reason
Habits of old
No one to rewind

Unwound: Tick Tock





The Demon Within


Never far from the surface
Dwelling in the past
In dank dark places
He awaits a sweet repast

He does not have a conscience
No sense of right or wrong
No limits to his anger
Forgotten for far too long

In rare times of weakness
He ventures to the light
Savage destruction is his goal
Vengeful  damage is his delight

Finally seen in the daylight
Naked in his truest form
Slinking back into his lair
After feeding on the storm




Only Words


Hearing words, they are but sound
Shallow pools in an oceans depths
Tidal whispers silence the roar of waves

In tidal pools, life is small
Struggle, to breath sometimes

Striving to live life diminished
Yet the source is near
If we could but remember

In tidal pools life is small
The oceans depths are always near


The Final Step


They say I am an odd one

Never fitting the square hole

Dismissive, and done


They say I am disconnected

Alienated to the world

Maybe mentally affected


Yet I am only this

Seeing beyond the words

Never a detail do I miss


And I love this world

Never so connected

The foundation unfurled


Every moment

I live to the last

Never did I own it


I used to see

I used to know

I used to watch


A simple shift

From watching

To being


One step


Now I am