siberia [prelude for time feelers]

I was starting to believe

that in me grows a Siberia

that birds will fly soon and all that’s left is the log

on which the ravens will hang like bowls

and will lighten dark.

no, I  don't open myself too much

you know

these things come simply from you

and scream.


let me scream then

about the red led that is watching me since the night began

about the powerless cactus flower

about those lost on the bumpy road


nothing is earned without a fight


I have already learned the fish’s movement in the fishing net

you would say I am ready

in reality I spin around people until I get dizzy

I stop only when dreams curl my hair

and  you are on my island of words


only then I can get together

like a stray dog above a steamy sewer.

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When souls are dark as the night

When solace lies not in the stars

But in the dream kept by others

And in those tears not shed

For solace is forgotten

In all but the darkest of nightmares

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Mind Takes Root in Solace

To go against it would be jumping through clouds,

With no way to see what awaits to break the fall.

To embrace it would be to ride stallions across wildfire,

Leaving behind a trail of ashes,
All that was known sinks to the depth of time.


Tears could clear a path to solace,

No way to stop this horse from running,

Taking me to where the earth meets the stars,

Finding my place in foreign lands,

Speaking a tongue from your native language,

So alien to me, though it breaks the silence.


A barrier placed through icy walls,

Skin becomes tougher as it is frozen.

Skipped heartbeats take me closer,

To find myself back where I started,

A journey with no pursuit or direction,

Knowledge grows fruit on the tree of wisdom.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Moving forward, getting older... some things are valued when learned, some things always seem too late