Recuperation on the mind
A charm offensive battling
Visage that appears out
Of the smoke, wild creature
Attacking my soul at its core.
Tempting, teasing, twisting
Trying to shred my resolve.
Creating a fight out of a gift
Turning it back against me,
She steals innocence and never
Gives enough back in return.
Gas feeds the flames and lights
The way down darker paths
Not meant to be traversed.
A truth twisted into a lie,
The specialty of the Faerie Queen.
written – 1/31/2023
You come and go as you please
Lying beside me in the earth
Bright the light of ours shines
Weary you are to be
Dazzling kaleidoscopes
Meant to distract away
Bright and quiet the noise you make
I see you clear in Mid-Summer’s Day
From within, you are illuminated
but try so hard to hide your light
Lies and truths intermingled
Oh so cold is winter’s night.
Have you ever noticed laundry mats are
Always so dirty
A thing made for cleaning – broken.
George Lincoln Rockwell died at a laundry mat
American Nazi
Killed by his own follower.
written – 10/12/2018
Hands gliding over the surface,
The reflection calm and cool
Diving into the depths from the heights
Slipping beneath into the water’s warmth,
Waves rocking against waves.
At night, the sea always rages
But never forget the unpredictable
Nature of the tides, ready
And able to become stormy
At a moment’s notice
Though subject to the pull
Of the moon’s gravity.
Floating high amongst the stars,
Her light shines bright in the night
Full and round her globe
Pulling tight against the ocean
Calling her, beckoning her home.
written – 2/02/2023
I can feel it sitting there
In the deep, dark pit of me
My story…or maybe stories
Trying to claw themselves free.
I push them down and down
And still they struggle to get out
Free from the darkness
That has trapped them so long
They fight up and out
Into the light for the first time
A few wobbly steps later
They stand tall, breathe, and live.
Look closely enough at something
It disappears
In its place, formless
A void of what was
What might have been
Look closely enough at something
Stay blind
To the beautiful forms
All around
Step back and look
Listen and see
Be surprised by all that is
Present
Amazing accidents in Life to be found
The fragrance of you
In my mind inescapable.
The wind carries you to me,
Lavenders in the breeze.
In an instant transported
Back against your chest
Arms wrapped around
The last time I truly felt
Contentment in who I am.
Left alone, no more lavender,
The dark doubts creep in
Whispering their words once more
You should not be.
But I am.
And I will continue to be
Because one day, once again,
The wind will bring you
Back to me.
akervand 