Listen to Your Heart

What does your heart sound like
Does she sound like moonlight?
Soft and cool, silent and peaceful?
Or does she sound like spring?
Warm and sweet, delicate and soft?
What does your heart sound like?
Is she telling you what to do?
Or is she shyly waiting in the corner?
Hands in her lap.
Does she speak in words or in thoughts?
Or does she speak in drifting waves that make you smile?
What does your heart sound like?

Keep listening.

Lost Poems from High School: Good Weather

Sometimes good weather can make me sore
Ancient memories
Fade and reappear
With each passing day.
Histories of other peoples lives
Collide and find a home in me.
I feel like soaking in the moonlight
And breathing in all the dew drops
On this lonely hill.
I roll along in my dreams.
Every statement said
Makes a ripple effect in my head.
There’s a search light lost
Inside me focusing on
The detail I wish for so much.
Something was cut short
An important line or two
That I didn’t say or hear.
Disillusioned desires are
Crying, pining for
Something deeper
The pretty water and the smiling sky
They’re unsettling.
Why can’t I be satisfied with all that I see,
With all that I have?
My heart runs in place
As I watch the world accelerate

Blinded

Dizzy and stumbling
Trying to find the ground
After putting my world
In someone else’s hands.
…
Rising and falling
Back to reality
Not sure what to feel
What to do
Where…how…
Was it a dream?
Are you still there?
Where was I?
Are you anything more than a passerby?
…
Letting you go, pretending you’re not there
Doesn’t feel fair
I wonder what you’re feeling
If you feel any withdrawal at all
I wonder if any feeling I feel
Is real at all.
…
I don’t believe in my own longings
I fight myself all the time.
Out of sight out of mind
Walking around
Blinded by my feelings
Chasing your shadow.
…

Standing Still in the Morning Light

  

In the morning light
I remember my senses
A warmth and sadness
A meaning I cannot grasp
My eyes burn the glaze
And widen
Opening my hearing
A feeling encapsulated
Between the walls
Surrounding the dome of my periphery
My heart for once listening
Reaching for hands
That have no words
A moment where life
Becomes wider and deeper
Rich and meaningful
Flooded with emotion
Spirit alive
In a way that has never occurred
And then it stops
Confused angry saddness
Humility pervades
The bus driver says happy new year
A promise to be had
As the beautiful morning
Still glows

What’s Next?

 
 
I had a day
I worked
Did something for the world
Gave someone my time
Got myself paid
Everything was fine
I came home
And wondered
I fed myself
Learned from my textbooks
Did chores and errands
The fillers
Staples of my time occupiers
It’s what I do most often
While underneath I’m wondering
What’s next
What to do
What’s my next move
How to change
How to wake up
With something new
Somehow now the clock says 10pm
Time went by without any
Decision or direction
And I wake up and do it again
Everything’s fine
I think I’m learning
I got a little salary to feed me
A room to tuck me in
I got a routine
My theories, my ideas
My mind leaping
Maybe I’m moving
Maybe I’m happening
10pm again
Curling into warm stagnation