The Hamster in My Brain

Cold winds blow up from the chasm. The warmth of summer long faded into the dark recesses of winter. A tiny eye opens in the quiet moments between sleep and dreams. Long enough to perceive new nightmares before the long sleep to spring.

Unpaved beauty lost
Tossed upon the wind
Quietly, it decays

An empty space speaks
Lies through faceless claims
Arrogance of the heart

My imagination strikes long furrows across the sky. Slender tendrils of wispy ghosts lie in its wake. A boiling storm rises from the horizon of my thoughts. A clash of thunderous creation. Then suddenly. A calm blanket of warm sunshine. Peace.

Numbness releases to pain. To pain, grief is let loose like a tide. The memories of the past wash over these rocky shores of the mind. They create mountains and valleys. Ponds and rivers. Safety and danger. The pain subsides eventually to calm. The soft lapping of water upon a distant warm shore.

A phantom haunts these bones. The fingertips that tap tap tap away these words. The sparks that fly between neurons. A single nucleus that wraps itself around reality; creating everything. A tiny insignificant speck that weaves intangibility into creativity. A soul.

Little creature of feather and air
Creating a small home in the tree
Collecting all the little dogs hair
To make its little home comfy

The bare thread of my destiny lies frayed. Under the notched blades of a crone's shears. Its last threads whistling in the rasping breath of a phantom. Waiting for the final clasp. The final draw of a bloodied blade. I wait fixed in place like stone. White as a ghost and just as hollow. Am I dead?

The soft breath of new life in the air. Spring blankets the country in flowers so fair. Sparking blue skies brings gorgeous new views. The birds, bees, and trees all humming good news. It is the sweetest time of the year.

I don't dare shirk the temptations to bare my soul to the quill. To rend open my venis to the ink well. The sheer thought to not ravage my mind on the cold, distant hearth of a long dead fire of inspiration. I am but a wisp of a human soul. Who could claim to understand my muse? My pain?

The moments of peace are like dust on the still air. The nostalgia of peaking through a frosted winter window. The feeling of stepping into a black car on a hot summer day. The moments that stretched endlessly into the unknown tomorrow. Those tomorrow's are becoming known now faster...and faster...

Embraced by love.
You find the kindness of your holy father in all of his sacred places.
Your soul will be welcomed.
Your offering will be accepted.
Be at peace.

Love unconditional
The only blindness is that of pure affection.
To hold what you cherish in any state and any being
A worm? A monster?
Unrecognizable? Familiar?
No form or shape.
Just simple idolization of the soul.

She awakens from a deep slumber. The weightless feeling of space around her. Hands flutter to keep her still as she floats. Stiff joints creaking back to life. She's back in her element. The sleep dusted from her eyes. Tasks ping at her from a wall screen. There is so much work to be done.

I find myself empty again. Devoid of thoughts or feelings. The thing that defines us as human wither away in my soul. I open blank eyes to grey mornings. Move stiff bones to pointless tasks. My grip loosens and my will falters. A young body powered by an old soul.

The packed sand is paper
Skin to write with a cutting edge
of a stick.
A sharp word left
A stone smoothed
Washed by the shores' constant rearrangement.
Come to find the shells of yesterday's wave.
Emotions leaving lines spread across the time worn stone.
The sand wiped clean of meaning by the waves.

I cry every time a ray cat shies away from me.

A thoughtless light beckons the warmth forward. Its silent glow begins to mindlessly eat. The blaze flashes quietly to an unfathomable roar. Its crawl, a run. Its hunger, a famine. Across the landscape, it gallops. Its unknown origin is a second thought to its destination. The world is burning.

One single slip, a misplaced step, and you will find the darkness embrace your mortal form. The sweetness of breath escapes your lips. The dim light of life flees your eyes. It became a single thought your life once was. Alone and forgotten in the deep dark down.

Im imagining the other half of the planet that has no idea of this so-called moon.

If I'm understanding this correctly, that would mean it never leaves that part of the sky? Always in the same place on the same side of the planet?

The suns grace crests the dawn of the day. Beautiful warmth colors the path you walk. Gentle embraces from its glow invigorated your steps. Content and one with the world, you continue onward. I love you.

Oh damn my memory fails me I meant to say Space Unicorn.

Distantly, Rainbow Unicorn begins to play.

Amos is the most beloved psycho and I love him.

I saw you passing my soul by in a past life. We touched softly for a while, then never again. I think I saw you again on the street. The same warmth came back like an old lovers' first kiss.

To be honest, that's a big word to read while doing something stupid.

Quina is a Gem

The new paths before us stretch onward into an endless sea of choice. We are legion now, with many backs stronger, pulling along this great chain of life. Never fail in your efforts, for you will bear the new dawn on your shoulders. Your progeny will see the fruits of your labor.

The dusks warm colors hit the foamy white sea. The beautiful green sea smashes against the base of the Great Sea wall, spraying rainbows through the air. The steep drop of the cliff gives way to coves of wrecked ships. Strewn, their wooden carcasses bleached and stained red by the setting sun.