Category: Poetry and Verse – Capturing Synaptic Lightning

  This is where you stand amongst your angels and your demons. Learned to speak their languages, righteousness and sin, the accurate and the aimless. Cut off ties that bind and thoughts that linger. In the darkness of cold morning, seeking solace amongst the suffering, for only in the aftermath could anyone know deliverance. “Are … Continue reading Gut Check →

  Don’t overcomplicate it. Just like you to trip over yourself. No one else is setting you up for failure. You do you oh, so well. Why design a life devised to incite such desperation? Leaving yourself hung out on the line. You deserve better than this degradation. What on Earth could I do to … Continue reading Love You →

. Singing to myself. Trying to drown out the ever-present sound of Heaven coming down. That high transistor whine of some electrical device. This world used to be quiet. Now, it hums like its alive. The ringing in my ears. The voices in my head. Good thing I know the lyrics, or by now I’d … Continue reading Singing to Myself →

Put it down tonight. You want trouble? Well, you’re gonna find it. Everything will be alright if you can put aside all the heart behind it. That chip on your shoulder tell me all I’ll ever need to know about you. You’re the one who felt the lash, and then couldn’t wait for your turn … Continue reading Breaking Even →

  Never been able to perfect my angle of attack. Keep putting it down in the dirt. Living every hard landing, but looking up at the birds with envious eyes, and start figuring out where I went wrong. Is it possible that I am addicted to chasing the horizon? I think I want to be … Continue reading Downed Pilot →

  What is the nature of our struggle? Words of the air, or images in stone? We raise our eyes in times of trouble, Hoping that someone is watching us below. Hearts so heavy we cannot bear them. Seeking for the buoyancy of hope. Never quite avoiding the edge of this world. Seeking true North … Continue reading Wind and Stone →

   What could I ask of time? Draw out this line a little longer, or thicken it in its short duration? Would I seek to carve it deep, that wind and rain would not weather it away? Could I seek for it to bend and end in a place it was not intended? If I … Continue reading Timelines →

  Unfolding before you the scene. the future, and the moment. Mind racing to grab hold of the next thing. Static like a ladder rung, or crumbling like a cliff face. Going up or going down, movement is inevitable. Feel the sensation of rising, of falling. Straight elation. doom and peril. There is no existence … Continue reading Off Limits →

  Let me get this down while it's fresh in my mind. Too late. The thought seems to have escaped. I tried, but I failed. Pretty common thing these days. Half the things in my mind seem to be trying to get away. And that’s okay. Why not let them go? Still so much to … Continue reading Thoughts Escape →

   Black Fox calls me in the night. “Come and play.” But I am wound up tight in strands of bitter things. Black Fox says, “Let me chew through your memories. Then, they won’t tie you down.” But when I look, they are deep in the Earth. Roots have grown from the places I was … Continue reading Black Fox →

  None of this ever made any sense. Not sure I ever cared. There was always a part of me that relished the chaos, but I yearned for order. Something you were not equipped to teach. A kingdom teetering on the edge of total cataclysm seemed to be my place in nature. Is this what … Continue reading The Traitor →

. There are things in the sky that we cannot identify. Try as we might, we cannot achieve flight to meet them eye to eye. Their shape seems to change based on the observer and the range. One sees them clear as they are near, while others doubt such claims. Conjecture as to what they … Continue reading Thought Bubbles →

  We are late in the hour of our arrival. The journey was not a particularly long one, but a winter storm blew in and left us without a path to follow. Picking our way through the forest. Pushing through the drifted snow. Risking injury, or misdirection, getting lost out in the wild. But we … Continue reading The Host →

  Tempted to just walk away. Turn a page, or burn it altogether. All in my father’s name. Where I learned that shame could fuel anger. When did I get so afraid of everything that resembles danger? Violence wired in me always searching for an outlet. Then I stop and turn, and I face you. … Continue reading Book Burner →

   Run up the bill of a lifetime, just to deal with the consequences. So much has been said, and even more forgotten. Do you remember when your dreams were yours alone, and you stepped out that door onto the path that got you here? Who were you when you first imagined that you could … Continue reading Continue? →

  Pushing up against me, the boundaries of your reality. I though I was out here alone. Now I find that I am in the multitude. How am I supposed to be to you? Each of us inside, but outside ourselves. Nothing you do makes any sense. I am so far removed from you and … Continue reading Transverse →

   Take it as far back as you want to. Anything you need to do to find that sweet excuse and absolve yourself of the guilt in your veins. No. Don’t hurry. I’ll wait. I’m looking forward to seeing the look on your face as your mind travels back into the past, and all you … Continue reading In a Name →

  Hands speak. Eyes question. Mouth is a void, chilling in its absence. Ears open. Mind full. Evade the frog-march, no predilection. Thinking for yourself is not a thing. Programmed from the beginning. Have to dash your head, or dose your kind, if you really want to change your mind. Hear the notes, but lag … Continue reading The Breakout →

  Finding my face turning away. Trying to get straight my angles of escape. Light shifts and time makes things clearer than before, while others fade into the distance, not the same view anymore. Spent so much time avoiding the pain of reconciliation. I started to miss forward. Caught up in my hesitation. Past and … Continue reading Fun House →

   Wounded by expectations. No bitter words, just long travail. Simple sets of integrated systems, soon become our complicated tale. Never wind the springs that set the clock to gears turning. Time escapes every one of us. Alive, except for time, a piano wire strung across the finish line. Work of our bodies. Tasks of … Continue reading Creation Myth →