Ideas I snatch from the air
speed through my circulatory system
on red corpuscles,
compromise the blood-brain barrier.
Settle into the creases, wrinkles
penetrate the mass,
and seep; saturating, subtle
in the reflexive reasoning;
Will you bluntly expose my lies,
regardless of the shape or size?
A friend who cares more for me,
shine truth when I cannot see?
Can I be myself, only me-
my character show authentically?
In nurturing soil of your love,
both of us seek the Father above.
so many say,
I am OCD about that.
Might feel a touch of
the illness of an artist,
the illness of a genius mathematician
Unfortunately the numbers that surround
are single digit, repeated.
Illness is boring, repetition
loses allure so quickly.
Work round the days’ span,
effectively penned in by (self-imposed?)
rules, frustrations, fatigue.
Must follow every rule
on lines, cracks-
never miss a beat.
Initially, my Mom would have to yell and pry,
Kids need to play outside!
Sullen reluctance yanked myself
from the book pages,
lost the soft, slurry comfort with
scent of aged vanilla.
stood, blinking at the white light-
a myopic underground creature
out of their element.
A slow warm to sharp blue
skies of the fall,
until I saw the beauty in the shimmery
mud, swirling at my touch
warm rays dripped down my shoulders and spilled off my wrists,
strangest kind of
pleasure with small forts, dams
in the creek.
Pray with bated breath,
breathe your life into my times-
beauty is your craft;
you chisel while your Word refines.
You examine us all from the safety of
When we hand you broken pieces,
you apply healing balm.
The human experiences speak for themselves.
a foundation, an expectancy
based, block by block
a million moments reinterpreted
At a dynamite blast apart
at the reveal of
First trembling, soft, questioning
apologize over and over
to bother Him,
He’s so busy with Universal concerns:
but He takes that second,
plus the time required,
and answers yes
to what I asked for my world.
Crowds, cry, rise;
Roar silenced as you clear your throat
into the microphone,
the echo bounces in the stadium.
The words come,
the truth out,
shrill and clear;
clarity and accuracy to a knife-point,
the heartbeat missing;
a lifetime of contradictions.
Our words steel clubsIf I could strike you hard enough,
Can mold your brain to think like mine-
Knees supported by
Defend the core, the ground
With arrows in
Just as quickly you
Tear my flag.