Someone once said that to hide part of yourself,
you also shut down All of yourself.
I never heard truer words spoken.
All the clichéd moments of epiphany
ever seen in movies made sense
as I experienced my own cliché.
written – 05/03/2016
Lock yourself away in a room
For a day, a week, or even two.
Would you exit just the same you came,
Or find yourself someone new?
written – 7/28/2017
Nothing was ever so disappointing
As realizing one thing.
I look around the world and think –
Is that all there is?
All the stories I’d been told,
Lies upon lies upon lies,
To hide the truth we all come to know –
This is all there is.
A sad disappointing world we cover up with stories,
A great many stories we never stop telling
So we don’t remember the truth we all come to know –
This is all there is.
Stories of wolves and dragons,
Stories of lives and loves,
Stories to trick us into thinking –
There is more than there is.
But these stories are all lies.
There may be princesses and princes,
There may be wolves and dragons,
But there isn’t more than this.
So, I listen to all the different stories,
To forget a sad, disappointing world
for a moment.
But the one thing I cannot forget thinking –
Is that all there is?
written – 4/2/2018
Like a thief in the night,
She stole my gun and my life.
Made off with the bag I stole –
Left alone in the motel –
The Spirit parked outside the front door
My vault sitting empty and busted.
written – 2/22/2023
Sparkles in the sun, a shimmer
Ripples in the lake’s current.
Three individual geese alight
Alone toward their separate destinations
Silent reflections gliding underneath
Their path determined by chance
For some consider life a game.
But Nature never deals favorites
Or at least she wants you to think.
written – 4/27/2023
Eyes of smoke and stars,
The Magician stands atop the world
Casually cruel, only time will tell
If it’s to be kind or no?
Dazzling the world with a show,
The Assistant trapped in a box
Waiting for the chop, chop, chop.
A trick to please the audience,
But the Magician underestimates,
Miscalculates the audience’s intelligence.
The mistake of one so disconnected
From the truth of reality so
Long have they stood upon the stage
Together and forgotten what it’s like
To sit and watch from the cheap seats.
written – 2/07/2023
Jasmine wafts in through
The open windows
A cardinal sits in a tree
The open page on my desk
Cries out again and again
To be filled
Rain starts to fall
Stifles the bird’s song
Trapped, caught in her mouth
Spring is yet to come
written – 2/14/2023
I can feel the beat pounding
The waves lapping against the shore
Aerial assaults dive bombing
My fortress remains standing
A little battered and bruised but
The foundation remains intact
No ships were sunk in the fray.
written – 1/11/2023
akervand 