Stepping stones
Sunday, November 1st, 2009Are we not
just the things
we
think
(fear)
we might just be?
Wherein lies the problem?
Where is the source?
We are the master, we are the piece.
We are afraid to remember.
Wake us up. Wake us up. Wake us up.
I know why the wolf howls.
Ohaiku
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009Pressing my way home
I’m testing out the water,
Sinking into love.
Planning to not plan has fallen through. Go figure. I’m still following my heart with reckless abandon. Interesting. It’s gotten me into so much juicy trouble, brought me so many tears, taken up so much time, and felt only perfect.
These posts have [...]
The World’s Day Off!
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009Where the heck IS every-one?
She smiled, “they’re out having fun.”
“Today’s the day the world’s on break,
many aren’t even awake.”
I blinked and hardly caught the train
then tried to let it in my brain
“And at the end we all shall dance,
so don’t forget your comfy pants.”
“I guess I missed the memo, then.”
I said and started asking when
she [...]
I want to create
Sunday, September 20th, 2009I want to make,
to have,
to hold,
to shape,
to love,
to mold.
I want to give
and reach
and find.
I want to bend
and stand
and bind.
I want to be
and wait
and try.
I want to hope
and think
and die.
If we think we’ll ever grab it,
our delusions become habit.
Stepping further from the truth
casting off our precious youth.
Hm. That wasn’t nearly the end of the thought [...]
Stumbleupon Created another New Post-Type
Monday, September 14th, 2009So. I stumbled upon a controversial six word story tonight. (At: http://www.sixwordstories.net/)
It reads, “Five Zombies. Four bullets. Two Zombies.” Did the protagonist shoot four zombies and succumb to the plague as the remaining zombie’s victim, or did they shoot three into zombies and one into themselves, preventing their own undead actions. [...]
On being sick
Monday, August 31st, 2009Sometimes we face tests in the form of gross sickness but to smile and to bless takes a weight off of your chest. At first I felt defeated; the answer was not greeted with the joy that it so needed, for I was too conceited and my soul call wasn’t heeded. This feeling is [...]
The dragon, the griffin, and the Phoenix
Monday, August 24th, 2009The road was treacherous. Broken. Thin…
The straight parts crooked,
The wide parts thin.
The dragon of pride and the griffin of weakness clashed an epic tempest.
I did not give in.
Neither one could win.
The dark and dreary, often weary, sometimes cheery — but always the parts that fear me — those chambers in my [...]
I am a human
Thursday, July 2nd, 2009Because I am human
I seem to perceive
this life as just linear
and “me” as just me
because I am human
I try to believe
in words like, “I’m okay.”
and, “please let me be.”
because I am human
the distance seems far
between where we will be
and already are
because I am human
Hmh… privacy
a concept I cherish
and guard jealously
because I am human
I mourn at [...]
A Poem (meta)phor Me!
Monday, June 29th, 2009The hunger pangs ache
Sustenance is plentiful
Why do I not eat?
Have Another Slice
Saturday, November 29th, 2008Hello World. I am sitting down on the last day of my Thanksgiving Break and have decided in an attempt to get back into the habit of regularly updating Rumbelow, I shall sit down and write a poem. Usually I edit and that sort of stuff, but this one is going to be [...]
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