ring

I've got the sacred ring.

It seems everyone gets a taste
of the power.

I've been in the heart of the shadow
and now I wish to escape it's depths.

Submerging the ring is the only way
to face the demon.

I can see the hills steaming
and every cell inside screams freedom.

the shadow of the hero
a worthy opponent

weary of the ego antagonist
i am my best enemy

what is worthy of my pride
what is worthy of my time

a nest of orange
i divulge myself forth
towards the circle of the Sun

the key

crumbs in my bed
crumbs in my head
i can sweep some of the floor
and the rest behind another closed door

trial and error
this life
how many
attempts
till I feel
right inside

one day one way
next day shift
tomorrow do it again

my evil eye
sees all i don't like
my good heart
keeps love inflight

Searching for the key
the key
the key
the key

change must come
but something tell me
i'll find it eventually

on becoming

all the things come
all the things gone
looking for something wrong
in all that surrounds
how will i know the right
what is enough?
when is satisfied?
is there a sustainable high?
something beyond the thighs
human nature is to be hungry
eat eat eat
but i was never one
for too much meat
i always like
peeking underneath
signs on my skin
show too much
my sinking bags
the girl behind the glass
just waiting for that hall pass

the shift

i see the burgeoning bareness of my wall
a bright red S still stands
has it been a year already?
silently time creeps
i'm not getting any younger
seeps into my head
the world i envisioned
"what do you want to be when you grow up?"
i never really knew
and still
don't

the boxes slowly making their way
into my soon uninhabited space
a new year comes again
and still i stand
it does go faster with age

the corners have collected dust
and tending has become a must

this year in reflection
is quite a spectrum

my mind cleared
with the California space
and i got diseased legs
but i believe
i made way
for all things great
turned 24
saw some of the world
snow on my bones
and now found a new place
to call home

soon the hanged man series
will become me
(oh death, I can't even think of thee)
i fear the formation
yet
welcome the woe
as, it makes the best words you know

can she hang like he?

i'll just have to wait
till 2007 to see

a girl can dream

hair unbrushed
still knotted from
rough housing
and windy tampa roads

sunday eve at home
shocking news from the phone
a new baby
and
friday night jailhouse blues
gravity's noose

time keeps a'comin
and i'm like a brick wall
(as he says)
not easily surprised
no matter how
high or low a tide

finding me
in it all
in front or
behind that wall

tasting the foreign air
of absolute freedom
is a dangerous thing
being untied from everything
for just a few days

no bills
no phones
no traffic lights
or tv
no car payment
no work
or rush hour frenzy

free from the modern things
leads me to believe
i need to leave
all that binds me

alas, no lover or friend
but all these things
that create debt & stress

the folly of all
i know

but c'mon joe
how nice it would be
to leave our hair unbrushed
the kitchen untouched
and ride the days
without a clock

yes
silently she
works towards breathing
outside
this corrugated
mess

but
i have
a
feeling

i'm too deep
to be free
for more than 2 weeks