23

At an age of oddest numbers
One questions where to go before she slumbers.
Floating like a feather, this beautiful year
Drifting but falling
In a path so seldom clear.
In the past, odd was found particularly unappealing
One found it's sound and look so sadly deceiving
But 23, you are another time
A middle ground to be accepted as mine.
Your external appearance will be pushed past,
So this year will be the year to find the contrast.

Imaginary mind reader

It happened this way:
Eyes burned holes through walls
and behind the hard barrier was left nothing
but empty space.
A space so empty that the wind had nothing to pick up and dance with.
Nothing was there but the air
and it barely kept a small breeze company.
It was only then, when the walls had all had their falls
and been burned through and battered
that it was realized that there was nothing to be searching for.
Eyes were in fact burning imaginary walls that created imaginary space
and this left imaginary pain
which, of course, does not hurt unless you let it. 

Awake

There used to be this little ball of darkness
that would climb through my window in the early morning.
It was there when I awoke in the bed that was covered in red.
It would hover over my chest then press down with its invisible weight
so that I - could not escape.
Now when I awake, I do not feel such a great weight.
Instead, a beautiful spark of light shines in
and lets a glorious day begin.

Hearts go out.

Pictures burned into a mind
Seen through internet sites and newspapers.
Images evoking pain
Depicted at a distant
So we cannot really feel what has been felt.
But hearts go out
To those without.
We see:
Tolls rise, lives moving
On and off.
But, then more, everything turns around
With a nuclear reactor meltdown
Could be a dose of reality, says q.
A wake up to 'our' world
Where nothing is really what we could call new.
It comes back to the idea that this world still has the control
We are it's victims
Our never-ending role.
We are connected now, more than ever
Through social networks and media forms
Knowing instantaneously, that has become the new norm.
Everything here, in the now
So hearts go out
Learning to never have doubt
in the capacity of this place,
New age, one connected race.
Daily troubles put to shame
Living the moment,
Here, our connected aim.

Walking up the Walls.

Tonight I walked up a wall with my eyes open
I found the world had shifted
and liked what I saw.
Life looked lovely with a side profile.
Somehow life is calmed when you are walking on the rise
blood flow is leveled
as is frame of mind.
All speed is slowed
and I when I saw my heart, it glowed.

As everyone is moving backwards,

I’ll walk forwards against a current.

And when everyone falls down

I’ll rise

And touch the sun with my hands.

When robins sing melancholic tunes,

When he speaks egregious words,

When she spits, curses and cries

I’ll retort in silence.

When acid rains falls in my backyard

And haze fills my eyes

Then I will write all that needs to written

And it will be known, how it was and how it is. 

Slow Moves.

You shall see,
ever so slowly we will find it,
exactly what we are looking for
and all eyes will sparkle like those of a small child
and all hearts will sing the songs of birds in spring
and all the tears will turn to laughter.
Ever so slowly will we know all the right answers
and life will roll smoothly of our shoulders.
Just wait, slow moves will arise.