Samhain

Samhain

They’re wrapping at the gates now;

I can hear their lost, mournful heaves

Behind the rustling veil.

Night has fallen; the warmer days

Have left us freezing,

And departed souls have returned,

Wandering; aimlessly drifting.

Yet is it loneliness or malice

That carries them on their journeys

Tonight? I dare not guess

The machinations of the dead,

But confuse them with a clever mask

Of false brotherhood,

Less they might drag me down

To wallow and wail…

A discarded spirit lost to the abyss.

Love

Love

What an enigma you are;

A circulating puzzle in my thoughts;

A voice inside my head,

Playfully screaming to remind me

That I’ll never get the answer

Right.

I quantify and rationalize you,

From here to the burning oceans

Of the sun,

Yet you remain the smoke

My fingers grasp at in vain...

An ever-elusive source of despair.

Perhaps I’ll figure you out,

Someday…

Maybe bring your mysteries

Under a floodlight of elucidation

And dial down the invisible voice

From gale roar to gentle friend.

Insanity

Insanity

Insanity;

Not the incessant repetition

Of activities, doomed

To catastrophe…

But a bedrock hope

For that, which will never,

And should never,

Be.

Sunset on the Emerald Isle

Sunset on the Emerald Isle

I sat beneath a mahogany coffee table,

Wading through seas of optimistic verse

Scratched on lcd parchment with digital ink.

Longing for a smoke break (I don’t smoke),

I propelled my prose temporarily out of my

Thoughts and let my wearily eager fingers

Flutter through my Google homepage,

Where I gawked at headlines on the virtual

Newsstands, hoping for an eye-catcher

Distraction to cleanse my mental palate,

But I found a blue, pixelated jaw-dropper

To leave a Duracell aftertaste in my mouth.

Gone, you are, like a broken universe-cog;

Tooth-cracked and discarded from the whole,

While the wheels turn resolutely onward.

Steady clock ticks reverberated throughout

The empty room as I had absorbed every

Bitter drop of unwelcome news, forcing

My disconcerted mind to wander miles away,

To the quiet cascades of leafy imagination

Guidebooks stacked upon my dusty shelves.

I remembered your earthen tomes of tempered

Scribbling that painted masterful portraits

Of the lush emerald home I’d never known.

I longed to reach out and find your words,

But your books slept lazily beyond my grasp,

Oblivious to your permanent departure,

And my only form of commiseration came

There, at the mahogany coffee table,

When I dove back into my ocean of work,

To bravely shoulder your abandoned flag;

To observe the world through your eyes

And shine your influence beyond your days.

Existentialism

Existentialism

Jaded cynics

Only notice

The miniscule world.

Starry-eyed dreamers

Embrace

The infinite universe.