Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Bodies in Motion

Sometimes, for lack of better subconscious material - We don't dream. We simply fall. THE FALL. It always seems so explanatory, "I fell," I think to myself. Naturally, it happens all the time. But how did I fall? And from where? Of course, who ever answers? We simply wake up, suddenly. Jolted awake by an impact imagined. Then we begin walking. A series of measured, controlled Almost-falls, quickly caught by the next. We live that way. We "fall" in love. More of life is spent falling, It would seem, than standing.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Prisoners, ghosts, and images

We never travel alone. Necessity, or Providence; Something bigger has taught us. Though our hearts are hard - Harder than stone. We carry impossible weight. Stepped up to our eyes in earth. The earth we turn to ocean, Filled up with our tears. Polluted by our own hate. I trace the lines across my arm. Ruts as deep as dermis, Down to muscle, blood, and bone. Feeling the weight of eternity, In the presence of momentary harm. But we choose to stay here. Because we cannot see another way. There is nothing so great, Nothing so fine, it seems - As my prison-kingdom of fear. I wonder, do You kiss away tears? Does the crystal ocean move Your heart, In a torrent of compassion Stronger than the grave? Can you hold me, when I am left here?

Saturday, August 11, 2012

"Because you asked me to"

In a peaceful valley, I wonder if my heart has any place here; If its presence will undo the beauty all around. Because, you know, I'm a trembler, a bender, Adrift against each crashing bellow. Lilies dance under your fingertips - Mr. Sunshine's rays kiss your skin, and leave us new. Feeling transformed; transcended - undone, and lightheaded. I came all this way because you asked me to. Each grasp comes untied in my arms, Falling sheathes flowing out of my heart. Mingling with these new tears we shed - Mingling tears with joy - we dance them underfoot.