Unlocked.
transparency is transient
hesitancy can be costly
greediness is dangerous
honesty can be difficult
whether you dig or climb
there’s treasure to be claimed
no matter if you understand it
the art will survive beyond our sight
busyness beguiles
creativity can be consuming
accolades are addicting
continuing is the challenge
Incredible lightness settled where confusion had been dwelling
Wisps of ideas swirled like stale smoke looking for breathing room
Stepping through memories and hopes
Trying to find a path that speaks to stars
That shine in my eyes when I dream and wonder
Walking through the twinkling dusk
The trees swaying and whispering lullabies
I struggle to keep my eyes open
As water and music and fading sunshine melt
Keeping my starkest thoughts at bay
If notes could keep themselves
And hopes could flower in living color
The songs would turn sweeter and not bluesy
My arms reach out to grasp something to hold
Not quite bereft but not brimming either
Floating through the air thick with thoughts
It can be easy to settle on one or two
But to be true instead of safe
To stay open is the rougher path
And it keeps the heart thrumming.
at the end of a tether at the end of the week
there’s no backing off from our need
so much to write
not enough to say
stumbling and tripping
over useless thoughts
nobody will stand in our way
in the face of such depravity
most will choose to look away
these flimsy ties to what’s real
are remarkably strong
but demand abandoning hope
casting away dreams like demons
you get pushed, so push back
there are no safe words or rules that apply
moving, not stopping is the only way
to keep from being stuck in one place
thoughts will swirl
around wounds that fester
healing kept at bay
by picking at scabs
raising scars
that most will never know are there
but we greet the world
with these gaping wounds
needlessly trying to fill them
with something besides ourselves
when our whole being
can only be whole
if we be ourselves
jump off that rope
climb a new tether
find something new within
trusting you
to take me away
keep me sane
hold my thoughts
you’re catching my tears
with the notes
making an ink stained mess
no matter
the thoughts look now
how they felt inside
there’s a river
moving swiftly
with my words
you won’t be able to avoid them all
but I’ll let you distract me
with your eyes
telling stories
outside my head
visiting yours
a new view
for me to see
I forget now
why I cried
when it’s all so terribly
wonderful
I was right
to trust in you
Sometimes we expose our softness
reveling in sensations
joyful, light, full of promise
and we get beaten to shit
hammered and cut and ruined
So we create a shell like an animal
doing everything to hold something
tender inside
while bruised like unwanted fruit
we become hard to all outside
letting peripheral hurts be deflected
If we’re lucky, something soft remains
letting in light and love
laughing in the face of anguish
pissing in the stream of tears
We write hard and talk hard
and maybe even live hard
but inside
we retain the softness
the precious that we entered with
we may take with us always
The Word Rummager 