Poetry Blogs (2019, ego)
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
Wanted to write about the creative urge and how it relates to ego. A bit philosophical, so Descartes' famous phrase I think therefore I am, Cogito Ergo Sum, came to mind for a title.... Not really polished yet, but see what you think...
Poetico Ego Some
I write therefore I am
What I want to be,
I read because I can
Have others listen to me.
I think I’ve found a rhyme,
Saturday 12th January 2019 10:07 am
What do have to offer. yourself
internal wisdom beneath the facia of my concious
the untenable barrier that holds the flesh together, but connot be devoured only boiled down
and essence consumed
waste not use it for what it is
extract its power
use the sinew to construct a rope
only useful in parity with what is beneath what is beneath useless witho...
Monday 5th February 2018 7:22 pm
With you and without “I”, love never runs dry
Without you and with “I”, all claim of love, is a lie
The distance between you and I, creates a hole in my heart
I wish you would fill the hole with your love, by never letting go and staying so close
Wish I could love you without the “I”
and you would love me back without any “you” and “I”
Monday 22nd January 2018 2:58 am
My something is nothing, as something is nothing when measured against the grand scheme of things,
A massive reward, the highest achievement, no more something than a spec in the wind
A name to a prize, a face to a name, a name prize and face that were nothing the same, these nothings are nothing, but something to something, and therefore the nothing has value again
My nothing is something, as ...
Sunday 14th January 2018 2:46 pm
Position of outward facades, and inward necessities
from self portraits
meeting at selfies
Humble is ideal
Self Pride is ideal
They both need be
B a l a n...
Saturday 20th May 2017 8:16 pm
This must be my longest night
the moon laying its heavy light right down
this room swims in so much gossiping
conversations; always imagined and impossible
This must be my longest night
the blurred echoes of all we did ring ‘round
there’s no sleep to be had, just counting stars
and scenes replaying; rose or shit tinted now
I found the jagged edge of love
it cut right across my heaving...
Thursday 26th March 2015 3:40 pm
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, mi...
Sunday 4th January 2015 10:42 pm
Part demon, part angel,
your gaze draws me nigh.
Part animal, part divine;
the celestial hosts sigh.
Doubts leak like a broken tap,
assurances cloud the sky.
Drip and drop to fill the gap;
your balmy words can't dry.
An easel for pigments to trap;
row by row hung from a vine.
Libation pressed flesh and sap;
A bloodied cudgel rests supine.
Please make your respo...
Monday 10th January 2011 12:25 pm