it’s national poetry month so i’m writing 30 poems and here is the first one… which i should have posted a few days ago

sleep calls again
the numbness
of dying to it all
is growing once more
my eyes close
i try in vain
to stay awake
every breath i take
is slow and weak
the world is tugging me
to sleep
to rest
to drift without a thought

to wander

aimlessly

and i follow

numbly

but i hear
a voice
a strong, calm voice
calling out to me

my eyelids stir
my mind turns again
i shake my sleeping limbs
and
hands lift me
from the realm of dreams

“please don’t let me
fall asleep,”
i whisper to Him. 

 

-dedh // April 1, 2017

an afternoon in five poems

smoke from the ground

echoes in the sky

austere wisps shroud the sun

and love burns away

like the world we know.

tall boots cradle calves

and ties encase necks

but we are falling apart at the seams.

minstrels’ voices fade

anxiety sets in

is hope lost like childhood

memories in the mind of a grown up?

pestered by a need for more

we’re never content

until we’ve lost it all.

 

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it’s an old house

over grown in vines and folly

try not to get lost

wind your way through

forgotten gardens

until you find the door.

footsteps

raise the dust

and it clings to the tip of your boot

don’t stop to brush it

away

but keep on searching

until you are

home.

 

******

 

don’t loom over me like that

your shadow makes me

nervous

like before I step

on stage

sit down

have tea

I don’t care for silence

 

******

 

twist and turn

curves of millions

a dance between two souls

take me away

and twist and turn

with the highway song.

trees looming overhead

like friendly giants

shadow the way.

follow the light

past the woods

eventually.

 

******

 

people aren’t mediocre

that’s impossible

everything they touch

leaves a mark

that’s a skill not many posses

and it’s inherent

in humanity

when a human

takes a breath

power and grace are exhaled

and oxygen inhaled.

humans are made

to change the world.

 

 

 

l a b y r i n t h 

when you look around 

this labyrinth 

do you see the walls

hemming you in

keeping you away 

from every dream 

that echoes inside you

do you see the leaves

keeping  you away from

 all your hopes and loves

or

do you see the high high walls

like an ancient bodyguard

keeping all the good inside 

and all the bad things out

do you see the golden green 

that flits into your heart

becoming itself

new dreams

new life

in the labyrinth?

a breathing mentality

One day things will change.

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One day you’ll realize

that things aren’t the way they seem.

One day you’ll discover

that life is more than breathing

more then hearts beating

more than hands reaching.

Life is so much more and

so much less than what it looks like.

It isn’t simple, isn’t straight forward,

isn’t normal.

Life, more than a breathing mentality focused on human greed,

is about love.

Love, the basic hope of human life, and yet

the one thing we struggle to find,

to know,

&

to believe.

i wish…

I wish people could look past the outside and see people as they really are.

I wish there was a way to telepathically join minds so I wouldn’t have to talk.

I wish it was an accepted thing that you could tell people you love them without any fear of repercussions.  

I wish there was device to record your thoughts.

I wish dragons exsisted.

I wish you could choose what your dreams are about.

I wish you didn’t have to grow up to do things.

I wish going on an adventure was easy.

I wish my thoughts weren’t so confusing.

I wish money didn’t matter.

I wish I could drive.

I wish there were woods I could wander around in, pretending to be an adventurer and explorer.

I wish I was better at talking.