Friday, August 15, 2014

I do not know

She wished the thoughts would just stay inside her head without sneaking down her face.  It wasn't regret, like he might have thought.  It was more like a pause in the acceleration of growth, brought on by a quiet night without distractions.  Time, to feel a heart half healed and half broken, wondering which was the easier way out, forward or back... when no light appeared in either direction.

She should have known it would come to this.  That all the preparation in the world could not insulate her from pain.  Tears, it turns out are a poor defence.  In the moment, she felt such clarity as to why we want to place the blame ~ It is a challenge to bare your own sins.  They are lonely and filled with shame.  The heart longs for so many different things which it can't quite reconcile.  It wants love and intimacy and longevity and adventure and the casual affair, it is afraid and trusting and terrified all at the same time.

I do not understand this thing called living.  Why do we do it?  Why do we come here to this dark, dense planet? Is the point to break through, to break up, to break down?  I do not know. I do not know.  I do not know.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Spiritual Knowing

You once asked "What do you want out of life?"

Not long ago, in lives recent and past, it had been you.  Then my changeling self craved transparency.  I wanted nothing but to feel the wind blow through my yielding body, like a ghost with form.  To know all of the secrets hidden in dimensions beyond our sight, to be free.  To know freedom without holding back or holding in.

You were energized by my prose but you were always that way!  Forever reaching toward me, feigning strength and idealism.  I could feel the rising of your desire, it filled the room and our spirits became interwoven,  a familiar pairing since our beginning incarnations.  To know you in intimate ways became my obsession, for this I had given myself to freedom.  Wanting to be fully enlivened in my body and my spirit, tangled up with you.

But I accept that you are honour bound and a coward!  These qualities get mistook one for the other.  Now to unbind myself from this entrainment.  Perhaps there is no freedom after all, no place to hide, no transparency from which to feel and know everything.  It does not blow through, but leaves me saturated in residue.  I hold the scissors but am without capacity to sever the tie.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

35 words

She sat under the lamp light
drinking tea.
Considering the direction
of the wind
Feeling the solar flares aimed
straight at these northern climes
Lighting up the night sky,
magnetic fields uncertain
and alarmed.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


She thought about it and decided that this was, just maybe, the saddest November she could recall.  The darkness was falling, like a curtain, a little lower each day.  All the things she once loved about this place, the cold crunch of snow beneath her feet and the brilliance of a gazillion stars overhead, just didn't seem to be enough to satisfy the present.

Of course, she was well aware that she was projecting into the future.  A distant day when she would be, could be, happy.  Where the dreams of twenty years would begin coming true, popping into reality like kernels of corn.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

So much silence between us.  It feels like the wind blowing on a cold winter's day across the prairies.  There is desolation and yet the wind cannot extinguish this current that binds us.

My telepathy is stronger than it used to be.  You are probably to thank for these increasing psychic abilities that tether us like a pole and ball.  I hit it hard with an open hand, but all that force just gets wrapped in a downward spiral.  Perhaps we are best described by gravity.  Our force brings us down.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

She said that I carry your vibration around in the world with me.  I already knew that but even still it was nice to hear the words, audible in this translation of reality.   When I saw you the other day you seemed to look into me.  I did my best to look back but there were a million things happening in that small quiet room that took my attention away.  My mind was a buzz with the things I should do, should say.  In the end, I never did say or do much of anything.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

twisting turning unanswerable karma

What are the chances that you would be in that room tonight?  How ever in my mind did I conjure you up?  Are my powers of manifestations so strong?  Did it surprise you as much as it did me?  Or did it just seem like the most ordinary, natural thing in the world?  That we should meet over coffee and books, sharing neither.  I grieve at this charade.

I turned my head and there you were.  My hands trembled.  My breath held still within my chest.

I tried to see you, unclouded.  But I don't know how to do that.  Yet I know you are pain.  Heartbreak.  I like it better when you are in dreams.  This flesh and blood is not for me.

Now I'm home alone drinking wine and listening to Jim Cuddy on the stereo, letting incense burn.  I hate myself for wanting you.  Why don't I want to be free of this karma?  I don't understand this current that sweeps me down the river, drowning me in undertows of you.  But I rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall.  Each time gasping for air.  Filled.  Empty.  Choking.  Drowning.  Never dying.

Couldn't I at least get a decent orgasm out of all of this...