Tag Archives: Dust
god dust
A god of sorts, and my muse, how you made me
Created me and made me reach
Let me cry, watched me love
Let me down, helped me up
Some universe, somewhere is missing what dust
Light Years
Warrior
Humble alter-ego
Mythical before now
Until the winter sky revealed
The hunter and hunted both finally found
Love Dust
With what gloves do you handle
Your mother
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!
With what boots do your walk upon
Your mother
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!
Uproarious: A Haiku
By each speck of Dust
I'm reminded, decided
Convicted, chided
desperado
By force, I was an outsider
To survive, I willingly walked
From comfort
To a foreign land
With the hope of finding a home
I traveled by night, hiding
For more than anything, I feared
You’d pluck me from my journey
Back to prison
It was the distance that kept me
From hearing the party you held
I looked down at my knees
Denim and dirt covered
The biggest holes I’d ever seen
Worn through
My struggle evident to me now
I was adrift in the desert
You’d no plan to look for me
I spent the rest of my days in the dust
The sun large in a larger sky
Deliriously happy
Desperately heartbroken
Bunk
Isn’t it enough to send you
The notion
The gall
The balls of it all
What white coat ought you report to
‘Twas witchcraft
‘Twas lies
‘Twas dust in your eyes
All the hell you put yourself through
To know life
To thrive
To More Than Survive
Care
Not as the stars
Collapse but explode
Splayed out
And beauty, protection, wishes
Be all the more
As bird in hand
If there be weeping
It is as lungs
Take in stardust
9B
Prairie scorched black
Become dust picked up by firestorm wind
Take flight as An Unkindness of Ravens
Move with dying star strength
Be hidden, be silenced
You’ve not survived ever after
After all
god dust
god i miss you.
when you birthed me, did you know it would be so?
did you know i’d tick the days as a prisoner
-chalk dust covered fingers-
reliving my crime at the turn of every corner,
without hope for redemption?
