Sunday, January 4, 2015


I am playing a vicious game
A game of lingering silences and stolen glances
I don't dare to open my mouth
because my sharp tongue always betrays me.

My thoughts are dissonant
Shuttered away from reality
Our thinking is not truly in harmony
Is there purity or malice in my mind?

The beckoning of possibilities
Ensnares my thoughts like barbed wire
How do I know where to go?
Fettered by my own nature.

The game, it seems, is fickle
Playing by imprecise rules
An outcome never reached.
Does victory or loss really matter?

Friday, January 2, 2015


I wrote this for you
The future, and the past that won't let it be.
The fig tree, the wheel of Time, once brutally persistent,
now frozen.
A crossroads maybe? A junction of choice that beckons while my brain is locked in a muted frenzy and my heart pumps out ragged, uneven beats that call out your name, name, name.

I'm trapped, trapped in between thoughts and actions and feelings and words and futures that yesterday cannot promise.