There's no more room within me to be small.
Not when a heart of courage calls for greatness
That frightens me with paralyzing pleas
To make the world
A better place.
Or when a soul so resolute to love
Refuses to heed reason.
The unknown, lurking in the shadows
Is a monster...
Yet we coexist.

There's no more room within me to be frightened.

03/07

This silence, so discrete, 

Perfectly hiding

Every explosion painting the gray matter of the mind

With brilliant flashes-

Blinding eyes and golden tears,

Overwhelms me

With a ringing deafness. 

Renaissance

Reading through my old blogs and comparing them to what I have recently written,
I find the absence of a soul.

I've gained so much
And somewhere, poetry was lost.

The movement that whispered through the syllables
With silent grace
Or broken anguish...

Was carelessly replaced
With perfect punctuation,
Worthless meaning.

You feel the absence of a soul
Deep in your gut
And in the hollow where the heart
Would rest,
Where golden light
Is gone.


It's about time I taught this soul to sing again.