Open to the Air

She sat upon a window sill, feet splayed to the air

Untying knots that bounded free, floating here and there

She slipped one, crossed another, picking at life’s spots

But then she fell, twisted with a yell, and cursed her casted lot

otherhood

I speak for the naked, the shivering, the clothed in steel

They know not what they feel

They only react, unsurprised at these foundations, these

choices they’re forced to make within strange nations

 

The required strikes, placing us in unknown situations

There is no preparation for this, no safe sensation

Times a bastard, calling on an unready body

Speak your piece and try to act like somebody

 

Movement from the corner of my eye, another

other arrives

Make a new notation of this frustration

Try to release your temptation

 

Hard to breathe, strangers make accusations

But we’re just here, with quietly dying aspirations

Devotion

The deluded of all traits

Devotion would have you believe in perfection

Sprinkle it too lightly and you’re abhorrent

Too deeply and you’re a fool

This is the dividing line in life

To what do we apply our allegiance

Who deserves our worship

Only those with more than a pinch

The Gnomic Father Pt. 5

It’s time we talked, of who we are

No, not skin and voice, not money nor choices

It’s about your soul, about your poisons

You need to find yourself, find your guiding star

 

There comes a time, when you’re in a place

You’ll know it well by how it grabs

It finds us all, even the dads

You cannot run, can’t lose its embrace

 

It’s called a code, a way to be

It’ll find you fast, make you its thrall

You have a choice, stand tall or small

As for me, I never took the Knee

 

There’s a way to live, better than you now know

It’s in how we strive, how we take life’s blows

Wherein I find it

Call from your deep below

Let it fall away

Strike the truest blow

 

I never dipped a toe

They knew to enter the fray

Call from your deep below

 

The mountainous walk is ever slow

It follows with the morning grey

Strike the truest blow

 

Say the words and break room to grow

Let not your spirit’s breeze sway

Call from your deep below

 

Now, we find, the sweetest lake to row

Its rise and fall sings with the day

Call from your deep below

Strike the truest blow

Would I had been

Would I had been, the man I wanted to be

Then I could say, simply, call me a friend

But life is filled with sin, life disallows the happy

 

It should have filled the soul, this drive to find and see

The way of others, the ease in which they blend

But they can’t see the man I wanted to be

 

I could try to change my heart, fill it with forms of glee

Pretend and play, immerse and trend

But that isn’t me, never feeling that free

 

If it’s for the good, I would be a tree

To stand and stay, to never bend

But my roots stay close, there’s no buzzing of any bees

 

I’m made of no wood, I have nowhere to flee

All through the day, I fear to transcend-

Fear they’ll arrive, to turn my key

 

So I raise up my hood, I make my agrees

I act as do they, fake and expend

Would I had been, the man I wanted to be

Maybe, then, I’d fit with society

 

 

A Question

I have a question, though from my breath it falls

It dances across the tongue, seeking simple thoughts

My voice it holds, then it blows, creating little squalls

 

The thought fills and flows, ’til mind no longer recalls

It lasts long within the lung, words beginning to clot

Air finally let’s go, just before the darkest walls

 

In my throes, the question returns, and stalls

It won’t be sung, refuses to be caught

I bow down low, taking a knee at the pitfalls

 

Speaking slow, I spread my hands and crawl

Feeling strung, I know not what I sought

The fated blow, refusal grabs my soul and hauls

 

Pain to my toes, wretchedness calls

To the crowd I’m flung, all this time for naught

The stairs glow, taking me to other halls

I will grow, throw myself off more waterfalls

The Gnomic Father Pt. 4

Go and grab your toys, you know the ones, you

don’t play with them anymore

Get your robots, your legos, and all

It’s time to show you where they fall

 

Place them in a box, arrange them as you will

Take your smiles and laughs and place them in as well

Grab your memories, stretch them long and let them swell

We’re going to take them where they can matter still

 

Filch the tape and bind it tight, we wouldn’t want

the gifts to break

They’ll find others and procreate

You need to stand strong, when they haunt

 

Now set it down, let the donation soak

You’ll find life is better to better folk