. Let the Sun burn out my eyes. Let me live, high and blind. Don’t care if I go outside only to catch fire, at least I die with them open. Take it all in. The weak crawl, the strong stand. No hope, only a firm set of principles to guide them. Watched the map … Continue reading 06.03.23
Author: hokusgrey
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This is the home of Hokus Grey - Living Poetry, the window into my thoughts, my heart and my soul. This blog is a vehicle for sharing the world, as experienced through the filter of my life, my love, my experiences.
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- David J. Roussel
Burn Existential
Been this way since ’95. Don’t think I could turn back, now. Broke the edge off my bladed ways. Had to figure it all out again. Roaming around inside my head. Those cold, dark avenues within. No place to call my own. No place to find my rest. Come so far since I tried … Continue reading Burn Existential
Losing the Rhythm
Listening for the rhythm. Not sitting there plain as day. Gonna have to dig a little bit, through all the noise and trash solos piled up on it. It’s been there my whole life. Long as I can remember. I felt it, pulsing in the ground, moving the air, my feet, and my soul. … Continue reading Losing the Rhythm
Rite of Passage
Pushing up against the borders of everything you know. Soft approaching of the threshold, knowing where you need to go. No. It was never going to be easy, but it was never going to be hard. Resistance is you, pushing back at you. You know this to be true in your heart. Recognize the … Continue reading Rite of Passage
Reblog Wednesday – “Alternate Ending”
https://hokusgrey.com/2019/03/17/alternate-ending/ Letters to ourselves. Rolled up and stuffed into empty vessels and pitched into the sea of Time. We wonder. We doubt. We regret. Shame and helplessness haunt us. Long shadows of things behind us, stretching into our present in the low light of day. We can’t escape who we were, and we can’t help … Continue reading Reblog Wednesday – “Alternate Ending”
New Video – Reading “The Tune-Up”
Reading "The Tune-Up" from my collection, "Children of the New Unknown". https://youtu.be/8eZMeXh3B4M Come see.
Mental Health Monday – 05.29.23
#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness It doesn't have to be pretty. In fact, most of the time, it's not. Growth is painful. Trauma, wounds, disease, distemper - these are messy. Chaotic. We are works in progress. We're newborns, still covered in amniotic fluid. We're masterpieces that are still just smears of paint, half-formed sketches, and nonsense words. We might … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 05.29.23
Dance of the Day
Break time. Consciousness a tough sell. No more distracting, the veneer is worn thin. Posing and laughing, dressing up, and dancing the dance of the day, doesn’t mean the ghosts still sleep. Cover comes away, and all the shadows spread out into the corners. Take up strategic posts, like sentry friends, or hunting spiders. … Continue reading Dance of the Day
A New Thing
This is new. Not what it was a mere year ago. Subtle change, or being smashed face first. Plastic surgery. Main vein transplant. Either way, it didn’t look like this, or feel like this. This is a new thing. Strive as I might to become a new thing with it, I bring an oil … Continue reading A New Thing
Loose Ends
Searching for a common thread. Trying to tie up loose ends. Get a grip, or get a friend to come help me clean up my head. Chasing down a herd of snakes. Trying to keep up the pace. Every morning, same old face reminds me I’m losing a race. Stay in motion and I … Continue reading Loose Ends
Blue Truth
What do I know? Nothing new, and nothing borrowed. A few things old. A few things stolen. Never quite got the secret of turning lead into gold. I know, I know, we hold the hands that change the world. This far below, we still stand upon the earth. I look up to the sky … Continue reading Blue Truth
Obsession
Obsession, clawed her way through bramble chasms up to Heaven’s Gate. Denial was never a syllable in her name. Constantly reflecting, she was made up of everything. No end. No consequence. Merely another piercing infatuation. Sleep, when dreams occur, for her, was just further motivation. An artist, seeking to perfect the flaws in creation. … Continue reading Obsession
Empty Vessels
Reaching out, and reaching in. Find the edges, find the rim. Take a look inside and find another empty vessel. Touch is just a link to this, like the wind brings the rain to kiss the parched lips of her. Alleviate the pain. Soon she will be past her banks. Sensation, an all-consuming river. … Continue reading Empty Vessels
The Procedure
Sedation up. Count down from one hundred. Slipping into a blissful nowhere while we work on you, separate you from your existence. Something’s been getting in the way, causing interference. Find the foreign device operating at your frequency and remove it. Putting this all back together is going to be an impressive feat. Patient … Continue reading The Procedure
ReBlog Wednesday – “Puzzle Junkies”
Puzzle Junkies – Hokus Grey We are interesting creatures. We live in a complex natural world, beset on all sides by problems and catastrophes. Most of the locales on planet Earth are inhospitable to human life. Food is not readily available or abundant. The climate is harsh and even deadly. The natural flora … Continue reading ReBlog Wednesday – “Puzzle Junkies”
Mental Health Monday – 05.22.23
#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Our identity is such a funny thing. Some people seem to wake up in the morning with a firm grasp of who they are, or at least they believe that who they think they are is right for them. That's awesome. For others, identity is like the North on a compass; a general vector … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 05.22.23
P.S.A.
Please remain calm. This cataclysm is just getting underway. Prime Time is for natural disasters. This one is man made. Please try to stay silent, we are setting up the controlled climate change. There’ll be time for panic later. You can run around and scream. Set fire to your iPhone. Peel your face right … Continue reading P.S.A.
Ghosts and Aliens
Trading thoughts with ghosts and words with aliens. Thoughts in my head. Voices out of my mind. Slurs and epithets, cultural distinctions. For we all come from different worlds. Different minds, differing opinions, only leave a valley to explore. The gap between us shouldn’t fill with fear, but it instead draws us inward, outward … Continue reading Ghosts and Aliens
Blood for Blood
Put the blood in. There is no other way to make the change. Endeavor to speak harmless words, but your tongue always comes out dripping crimson. “Hope” is just an empty promise. “Truth” a hidden blade that hungers for a sin to sell it. There are no other ways. Humanity decays. We’re all dying … Continue reading Blood for Blood
She’s Good
She’s good to me. Keeps my hands slow and my heart home. I would be so quick to rush towards, to my own destruction. Or blaze, and burn out, bright as a signal fire, but seen by no one. She holds me back, up, and down. As I need it. Never knew what it … Continue reading She’s Good