[237] Something Familiar


Starting down this path,
One moment passed so fast,
Three years ago and more,
I’ve ventured out so far.
Too much to put into words;
The wonders and the struggles,
The descent and the climb.
Now and then, I wonder if
I’m ever to return?

Now I look ahead, and know that
As long as you are by my side,
I will always be home.


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[233] Obscure


I can’t quite see
What’s underneath;
What do you hide from me
In your ever expanding epic story?
I live to fall
Ever deeper still
Into your wondrous world.
To not know
Allows this wonder.

[232] Scribbles


You ought think these all be
The crazed writings of a madman;
Have you looked withinside yourself?
Do you that the right to create meaning
From the scribbles of a stranger
Belong to your interpretations?
What is it you seek here?
Who’s truly mad?

It is for him, indeed, yet
He’s still taken to great care
To ritually share
Each little composition
No matter his disposition.

I would like to think
You’ll find something here.

[113] Different Eyes


To stray from home
And not look back.
To wander forth
Without a track.
To be away
And not to stay.

To be afraid
Of what she may find.
To cling to known
For the ease of mind.
To fear the danger
Of what may change her.

To want something more.
To want to explore.

That home may be seen
With different eyes.
That exist ideas
She may realize.
There’s comfort in lies
And mental disguise.

She’s taken regardless,
In so, doing her a favor.
She’s mistaken stillness
For something that’ll save her.
There’s comfort in the known
But she must move on her own.

To find something new.
To find purpose that’s true.

[109] Nothing New


In a nexus of ideas,
Is nothing truly unique?
They say great art is stolen;
I say it’s called inspiration
Woven with elemental arranging.

Every idea and thought
Every word we’ve got
Every story and rhyme
Isn’t one point in time.

Is there a definite origin?
Is it a cycle we are in?
Is it forever without end?

Information, inspiration,
Intimation, insinuation,

In a nexus of ideas.