Public Eye

I wrote a poem

and someone asked me if it was about you,

but from you, my mind and I do roam;

we are not stuck together by invincible glue.

I reread my words

and asked myself why that question was automatic.

Was it not my own voice and experience heard?

I guess it could apply to anything really, thought based in specifics.

I rewrote my life

as I moved myself away from what was,

but that’s still a part of my past strife –

not only in glimpses and fuzz.

Why does public eye choose what gets over-blown?

Am I no longer a person on my own?

In Elsewhere

Lockets of our entirety

Clasped and closed

Rusted shut internally

Such a power posed

An ability to remember

To keep memories kept always

An ability to forget altogether

To lock horrors away

Where are our worries?

Where are our antics?

Where are our life fees?

Wherever we would like to pick

In elsewhere if we shall indeed insist

Elsewhere is here if we choose it to exist

New Horizon

Endings rarely wanted

Kicked about and put off

Not allowing stops haunted

At them you simply scoff

Better off living in familiar safety

Being constant and forever young

Where you know each and every

Where you can try blocking what stung

But covering up and burying reality

Faking until you yourself believe

Does not work as well as thought out to be

Pretending while your heart grieves

But a new horizon is upon us and spreading

That sun scorching lies is now setting

Thoughts Intergalactic

Staring at the ceiling every night wondering what is above me

Imagination consumed by the dark sky engulfing meteors

Flying by so much faster than my human eyes can possibly see

That chance of emerging myself in space, simply a blur

How would it be to dwell in the space above?

Looking down here would seem so much further

What is up there that I would hate, that I would love?

But I would be able to see this world so much clearer

So unlike what I'm accustomed to would it be

Would the buildings on the moon be craters?

At a loss without my land, grass, flowers, and trees

Rocks and sandy dust doesn’t match the comfort of the waters

If only our own planet Earth weren’t so boisterously deafening

I could settle away from crowds in comfort, simply thinking

Intoxication

A beauty so addictive
Which eyes can’t be torn from
Drawn together like adhesive
Gravity wills you to succumb

Falling deeper uncontrollably
Tumbling through the maelstrom
Believing that it is a guarantee
Predictable easily in your palm

But flailing through the storm
Vortex sucking you in
Realizing late the authentic form
Bliss excessive blooms sin

And a ribbon silken and lovely
Wraps around your neck deathly