Thursday, April 9, 2020

dear meh

this not so new found foe that sits upon a pedestal posing as friend within me

i look outside when the sun shines, yet i freeze, draw a cold air in, and my eyes wince, with brittle lashes....frozen, somehow

lift my head as if to imagine making my own sun shine above, to glare upon my face, far above this icy land below

what bears down on me is blinding, but not warm, nor hot, not anything within mother nature

there is a covering, smothering effect shielding my vision to what was once...once carries a distance of possibilities and once is now seemingly lost in the complicated folds of this blinding curtain called uncertainty

moments, upon moments happen, where I engage, then drift

the yearning, the desire to accomplish and move forward is powerful and commanding

the continued stare in this direction holds its ground, momentum never comes, the gears continue their start then stall

looking to wisdom, and experience, why cant meh be overcome with such tools? this first question mark should be a symbol of progress, a real question and not a declaration, vaguely presented during a statement of defeat

somehow, there is a hovering defeat, always looming and dark, suffocating the walk towards that door out, creating a lock, before you even reach the handle in hopes of turning it round...

Sunday, January 15, 2017

lofty eyes...

the life of all rhythm comes from wonder....the underbelly of stance is no matter..foothold is not a step in any, plants...slipping away, as if to sketch your feelings on pavement is a method to skate into tomorrow...waltz, a force of pattern...why not surf in directions that curve?  a new dance has you...thinking...wondering...the air is different and takes the eye of the clouds to bless your vision...these love lost steps.....into a new rhythm....

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

walk along

the stare of you drives the dark in me...
you remark......a mark
a scar within clouds..fellow rhythm and floating
a floor can crash...seed  some love, tomorrow remains imagination

Sunday, June 12, 2016


Walking a hallway, with walls as dark as earth, Tesanto’s eyes bled with rhythm….awaiting each step……so cautiously placed with gentle affair.  This oaken floor cracked, with a thirst to speak.

An intruder was near but the darkness was venom, flooding and drowning any line of sight.

If only a glimpse could draw the moon through taunt windows….a path could open and a cut to the chase. 

Carry the worry of this rhythm in stride…….brave and demanding.
Tesantos buried emotions in this line of thought, this situation, and plodded forward.  

No longer caring about the floor, where boards chattered and spoke uncertainty.
A stir off in in the dining room, a breezing curtain swayed awkward amidst its intended staredown.

Tesantos approached, now an open window, granted with the most, faint street light, enough to squint through but not focus on and understand its blur.

One last step forward and a trembling peel of the wandering drapery….at windows edge…Tesantos saw a shadows wisdom as breath brought a brief glare to the air, its door exposed….

It was a waltz within a room, ending…

Monday, April 25, 2016

safer in danger....

Saturday, April 23, 2016

lift a hand, close a fist

this will tell itself....

Friday, April 22, 2016

her ever

she longs then feels loss...she breaks me down
her soul questions mine
why she just breaks me this way
her ever just works me into a sad space
the hurt was there and she knew it all to well
I walk with

what I hear from her heart is it me or is it her?
Ive fought for existence...all in failure....left for dead thoughts