Spelling Lost its Spells

What to say

to begin the show?

What to play

to get in the know?

Big things have small starts.

It is true,

I will have you know.

But what do I know

anyway?

I talk 

and I talk,

and sometimes

I talk some more.

I learn too

though.

Reels of my past

spin on some hidden projector -

sometimes I get to watch.

How it is

that I can be

such a stranger to myself,

is the mystery.

What is not a mystery?

If we are honest,

it is all a mystery!

We have our words

and our explanations,

indeed.

However,

descriptions are like

the clothes we wear.

They have nothing

to do with what they cover.

Boxes are convenient

and things stack neatly

within.

If words are the blocks

that make sentences,

have we not 

already blockchained

our existence?

My Beloved

For such a wordy man

I'm at a loss

to describe my love for you -

you who both terrifies and entrances me.

I can describe moments...

I see the profile of your face

and you don't know I'm looking.

You are smiling -

looking at something you enjoy

and I am overcome.

Your happiness warms me,

reminds me,

fills me

with a love

that is so powerful 

it is almost a sadness.

These moments glisten

like precious gems

in my reflections, 

and the you I know so well

is revealed once again.

It is easy to forget

amidst the rabble

of oh so important happenings,

and yet

it is the only thing worth remembering.

...

We have traded

mystery and wonder

for

technology and convenience.

...

Sometimes pursuing your dreams

means encountering your nightmares.

Simple Truth

A simple truth:
Whatever you
truly believe,
for you is,
and will be. 

11/04/14 - 3:33 MST

Illusory Muse

You pierced my forehead
with a crystalline thread
and drizzled
your golden honey down,
glistening and sparkling
in the light
of a spectrum unknown.

Weaving with mine
and spiraling quickly into
a complex warp and weave -
that long lost
something,
that thing we know
we share,
but cannot
talk about.

Coughed an eyelash
in my eye,
turned once more
towards the sky. 

I was the muse
all along.