You are the fondest of my unhappy memories
And the loveliest regret I’ve had.
A disappointment clad in the
Joys and exuberance of youth.
In truth, I’ve never mourned for a mistake more,
Never wished to again tread down the wrong path. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – The Form It Came In
Had a dream with you starring
Woke up mid scream
Won’t call it a nightmare
‘Cause it was still good to see you.
You never saw me
And won’t have the chance again
Not ’til a procrastinator’s later.
I can’t see me either
I’m a blur of
indistinguishable labels. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Identity
What do I have worth saying?
What is in me that is valuable enough
to put into the entropy?
Valuable enough to slow the decline,
Valuable enough to make the slide
Not so catastrophic
Not so all consuming. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Entropy PT. II
tires squealing on asphalt
voices in the streetlight
motion in movement in mind Continue reading Moonlit Musing – City Living
fate is final
faith is fatal Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Cancer
Some Say Love
It began with a kiss.
The way many betrayals do.
A lapse in judgment
that swiftly led to two. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Semantics
It’s three walls closing in around you and the only open exit is a cliff edge leading to a pit of spikes. But slowly. Creeping death as Metallica would have it. And it’s all the more tangible for being so slow, because you can see and feel and dread it coming, but there seems like no way to stop it without making everything exponentially worse.
So you freeze. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Anxiety.
A whole becomes halved and doubled,
With a single lie.
A truth more complicated
than math could prove to be.
She escaped a healthy relationship
into the wilds of addiction,
A decision that destroyed
and created in equal unpleasant measure. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Infidelity
Surrender to the swell –
The crescendo of emotion,
In one moment focus,
On all the beauty and all the bad.
Let it rip you apart;
Let it put you together. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Vulnerable
Of Blood and Hurricanes
Where’s the limit?
Where’s the line?
Thirty plus years, and
You never found the time.
But now? With catastrophe,
Suddenly, we’re family.
“Blood means something”
Not to me. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – With Catastrophe, Comes…