Blissed

I’m saving for a life,

For the prospect of better moments

Outside of time wasted

On boredom, sleep, or pain.

Exposing every injury,

Exploring my faults and fears

To the very roots of consciousness

Proves essential to progress.

Dilemmas and desires cross

Like first-loves and jealous lust,

Eroding us internally

Until we bleed them out.

Our most blissed moments

Exist long enough to be missed,

As in, yearning for whole hearts

After they’ve been severed.

Perfection is ever sought,

Though most agree it’s impossible,

So we live for those moments

When we can’t feel any flaws.

A Whale’s Song

A resonating moan

From the impenetrable depths

Of frigid blind ocean

Calls warmly.

In submerged gloom,

Glutinous and suffocating,

It solemnly sings

Its name.

Weathered and ancient,

Surviving in such remoteness,

The Whale’s cry penetrates

Through dread.

Sinking in mystery

Closing in and around,

That mellifluent tone

Stilling hearts.

Gallons of pressure

Perpetually pushing down

Merely perpetuate flight

For this giant.

Further descending

Into darkness obscure,

A resonating wail

Sings hello.

 

 

 

Sane Island

The extrordinary rapture

Of shared sadness

Contrasted with

The sane simplicity

Of solitary silence.

Tension ebss

As depression flows,

The calming skies

Draw cooler air

For a fresh breath.

Between every storm

A fleeting isle

Of refuge,

Whispering peace

Through the enshrouding mist.

Laying back,

Soaking in respite

Like gentle waves,

Allowed to open up

With nothing to make you afraid.