For the mouse who builds her house

In the upturned fields

Of God’s creation.

The fog that blinds the treachery

Planned for me by my own heart

Beneath golden dreams

Of temptation.

A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath

Glaring LED – drops hopes

Hurriedly for tomorrow

Of absolution.

The colored page steady time reveals

Is blank for another long hour

That brings no assurance

Of resolution.

Another power comes – not lightly –

To shed brilliant heat

On the crumbled ashes

Of dejection.

A voice whispers, a call pleasantly

Promises peace; I hear

Soft sweet songs – promises

Of inspiration.

At an unfamiliar world–

Full of tears born of steel claws,

Needle fangs and acid tongue–

Born of a naive nightmare

In a bacchanalian rage

Under the cold stars of selfishness,

Between the sheets of pride.

This mirror beast glowers

At a repentant heart.

Does the beating blood

Carry the strength of change?

Does the beating blood

Echo only past lies?

This heart, this brain–twisted

In confused wires–needs hope.

True blood, do not fail

To turn this loathsome Hyde.

Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.

Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?

Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.

M
Meaningful
What happens when the energy
Creates opportunity
Builds relationships

Meaningful Effort
Making the invisible
Visible
In ways that matter

you pause

breathless

before plunging again
again
again

into the swirling ache
where dreams slip into hate