Deep Poems

its over and I know it. its over and I know it because, when I look at her she looks away. its over and I know it because she graduates today. its over and I know it because I felt our invisible string pull away. its over now and I know it.

the falcon circles a murmuration of minds electrons flowing in wires wings of digital content shapes the binary flight information flow phasma ex machina algorithmic synchronicity frequency resonance sympathetic harmony noosphere Tibetan bowls neutrinos in reverse overlapping universe dispels the Omega Point E 8 Ouroboros

that single note hung there a door held open to the Otherworld of explosive stillness opening full my senses of that rushing edge of the moving horizon a drop of blindness over the falls to vision my form losing itself through the mist i am no longer earth bound i am no longer falling i am flying on this vibration beacon of sound a whisper of life i am deaf no more

we are ghosts forgetting who we are never becoming dying to please to appease dreams never written from a hand afraid to hold a pen afraid to spill some ink rushing to an end no attempt to write a self-styled plot inspired life-prose and thought if not we haunt ourselves being nothing a vague presence voiceless mist neuromancer psychopomp

i will give you form call you from shadow carve you from wood breathe you in water drum ash from my head in a Shaman’s bones shape you from clay a circle of stone draw you from mist touch the ground ride the chalk horse kiss the witch i will name you loneliness whispered lies Prometheus mask stealer of fire my changeling child

Maybe sadness isn’t black, Maybe it’s light that won’t come back. A flame too weak to fight the cold, A heart that burns itself to old.

Alone feels like dark water rising, Every breath feels compromising. People laugh beneath the sun, While you forget how joy is done. Solitude is moonlit sand, No desperate reaching for a hand. Just waves arriving, then retreating, Like calm and quiet finally meeting. Loneliness tastes sharp like rain, A hollow echo of someone’s name. Standing ankle deep in despair, Wondering why no one’s there. Depression is the ocean floor, Where light can’t reach you anymore. Only pressure, only blue. Only surviving because you have to.

In shadows cast by words we left unspoken, I linger still, held back by shades of doubt. Your laughter echoes like a distant song, A bluesy hum entwined with past regret. I reach for comfort in the chaos spun, Yet find my heart confined to colors dim. Compassion wanes; confusion reigns within, As choices drift like leaves in autumn's breeze. Forgiving you resides on fragile ground— Only half my heart can bear the weight of peace.

i return to the sea i return to memory floating back into the heaviness of breathing affirming life as it actually is not how I was taught to perceive it we are not merely fools on a stage our lines written waiting to be played the universe is an ink well neither written with a Pelagian pen nor defined by the Augustinian a drop of water suspended for a time

Mister moon, Dont be soon I see the sun as my friend And you as the enemy of a friend