Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Padeabar

Grow cold
Freeze your overflowing waters
This desert will not accept your flood
Grow dry
Parch the lands as nothing can bloom
Proceed with caution, the cacti are overwhelmed
Grow numb
Frostbite is sweeter than fire
Remember you cannot be in between
Embrace the tundra,
You
Are
Too
Much
Too little, always, extreme
Remain barren, cultivate death, garnish pain for that is your name
Pain, death, barren
The world prays against you, none want to be your prey
Victimize your overbearing suffocation and cease for eternity
Be no more, retreat, find solitude for the solace of nature
Love cannot breathe in you
Tenderness is smothered by you
Gentleness is crippled near you
Exhile yourself, away, away
Leave them be, leave them be, leave them be

I Missed Out

Dear So and So,
While my soul is in a coma the world around me continues. Most of the time all I can do is breathe. Sometimes I am lucky and I eat. Sometimes I am lucky and I sleep. Sometimes I remember what it was like to live and not just survive. The reality of the difference crushes me.
          I am the worst friend to have. Selfishly digging for scraps of food and ungrateful for that food which I do get. I never call, I never text, because I lay here wondering how long I have left to force myself to breathe again. There are flashes of hope; that one person who cares and loves me, but when they are living I have nothing to sponge off from them.
          Their face changes. Once they pass it is the silence again. The dark ceiling that presses into your psyche and all you want is sleep and freedom from the endless stream of memories. I used to be fully human, fully living. Yet here I am and I am left to the effort of filling and emptying my lungs again and continue the passing of time, and continue the use of energy that makes my body need more fuel.
          Please stop. Please stop needing fuel. Please stop consuming and giving nothing in return. Please stop being a vegetable. I wanted a living will. Is this not the same as life support? Please pull the plug. I fade away because all I do is take. I know this because you never need me, much less want me. I am so very sorry.

Love,
Needy Little Zombie

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Still

Silence, sometimes I hate silence. It seems to confirm all my deepest fears as there are no real answers I am left with a void and just my imagination to fill it. Then there is a silence that calms me, which I would call stillness because warmth is still present, and  nothingness hasn't won any ground. There is peace.

I find it hard to sleep with silence. Then in stillness I can shake off any ghosts of past days and remember present day peace. There I find rest and security. An embrace that shakes the universe within my heart yet quiets the universe around me. There is nothing that I crave more when I am discouraged or stricken by pain or suffering. That grounding caress of love and stillness such a lovely event eludes me. It has been years since I found such peace.

Yet the craving for blood and pain has surfaced once again, and I question, "how deep will this one be? Will I cut to the veins?" If I could punish myself for breathing I would. Instead I am punished for that which I am not.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Anticipation

You wait, and you wait, you check, and then you check again. Maybe you missed it, you check again. Maybe you let it slip your mind too long, check again. It's been long enough, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, you check again... You count how many times you've checked because something is wrong...

Something you long for is missing. It should be there but you are wanting. You are less without it; a breath has yet to be breathed. Where is it? Maybe something changed, maybe, just maybe, you looked for it incorrectly, check again, okay, one more time... Maybe... it is no more. Now your life is different. Now you mourn a loss. You must find a way to move on.

Now you anticipate nothing. You wait for nothing. You hear, feel, and see nothing. You wake to nothing. You dream of nothing. You live for nothing, yet here is another breath. You miss waiting, and checking, it was better than nothing. There was hope and a painting. There was vision and a path. There was a plan, formless or solid, but steps to be taken, nonetheless. Did you ever ask?

Where did it go? What changed? How much time would, should, could pass until next time? Was something wrong? Could something have helped it along? Should something have changed? Did something finally kill it? Does life have a chance without sustenance? Does a river contintue to run without a source?

Did I forget to say how much it means to me? Did I forget to boast about how beautiful and wonderous it is? Did I forget to mention what a grand gift this is? Did I ever conclude it is such a necessary thing to have around? Was I ever thankful? Maybe I just lied when it was asked of me. Maybe it was always nothing at all. Maybe I was being nice, and it never came to mind at all. Maybe I never wanted or needed it at all.

Who needs extra baggage? Who wants excess fat? A simple life is easier, all this extravagance is for the rich and the fools. No need for that, my friend, keep your silly trinket! Oh no, pal, not today, sorry move along. That's okay, much more important things to cover, thanks. Ah, yes, just the thing to collect some dust in the attic. No, no, no trouble at all, just something to pass the time.

What's that you say? Your soul? What about it? Aah, well, little one, I am afraid you have been wasting your time. We have no room for that nonsense here. Now, please, grow up and make yourself useful. Put away those silly toys. Come, let's go do something a bit more reasonable, leave that for simpler times.

So sad you wasted so much of that "soul" on something so meaningless. Didn't anyone tell you? It's way past midnight and yes, that is indeed a pumpkin and some mice. No, that was just a bedtime story. You're not a child anymore. I took you for granted? Ha, don't be silly child, it makes no difference to me and my life. Now out you go into a brave new world, no more coddling here. Yes, good bye then.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

How Do I know What Has Not Been Known

Something aches
in my depths
When you are far

Perhaps the sound
of lies escaping
once conquered

How fragile is truth,
as a breath that leaves,
my lungs longing for air

Faith in the unknown,
that which has no shape,
that which is a tale…

How does it taste?
How does it feel?
How do I know?

As if the heavens
planted a map
like the moon's aura;

The ballets
of tree limbs that
tremble my soul

or the ebb and flow
of ocean caressing land,
solid and liquid intermingled.

I recall a dream
never dreamt
always bared

the scent of bliss
the warmth of trust
the taste of light

water meets earth
fire meets air
soul meets flesh

You were near,
fear receded,
strengths exchanged

I was here
guard receded
weaknesses embraced--

Beauty as we breathed
Your heart, my hand…
My spirit, your eyes…

Linger on my lips longer,
as I long for you,
live locked within me

Peace and chaos
Conflict and reconcile
Balance, we are love