2 Poems

 These poems poured from me

this past springtime following 

a depressive episode.

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bipolar artists.


Nothing

oh it’s just

the destruction

of the self

you’ve been warned about

the tendency to disappear sideways

when the going gets absurd

the demolition gets going.

clearing for creation

like a parking lot over paradise

paving ways away

the way i try to fight

the morning light

but it pours in

through the open door

rays ablaze

piercing patterns

beckoning a rise

when there is no shine

from the inside

i am an ice cube kept from the cold

puddled.




from mud sprout lotus

i know this

but i doom drown

where roots rot

buried alive

i try

to blossom from

the bottom of

the mush mess

i’ve become

yet the seasons cold

blanketing freeze

where i lay sold

out of soul

out of gas & out of road

where a bed’s all the home

when only up i know

ain’t enough to go

with warm waves

to save me from below

this show has one episode

never golden still frozen.




Holding on

something’s gone

a chemical balancing

back on a bike like

a gift from the sun

night’s return with

enjoying everyone.

these elements of change

graced me and replaced me

back from falling down

i’ve found the key

to unlock myself again

freed from freeze

evaporation from the end

now gliding in the air

dry and high

i fly one way

to days made

for us  

forever more

or bust

on route

the cruise

where nothing phases

you in the afterlife of dark blues

over the rut

not under the hill

a diamond beyond the rough

thrilled nothing

has gotten us

but the rest of time

feeling fine

because the worst of mine

is done.


~~~~


Howl

Within me there are two wolves

a werewolf,

the moonlit monster

And

an aware wolf,

awakened to the highest crown,

found where great yogis float

cotton candy clouds loud

but beware-

double trouble-

filter-free monologues

a wild child

dancing like no one’s around

in the spotlight

i’ve seen the hardest people soften

behind the scenes

the intimacy beneath our iceberg

where the wolf lives

prowling for someone

moved by beauty both ways:

the enlightened one

and the beast too.



Within you

there is

a glow in the dark

heart

beaming beats for the art

casted past curtain call

audience fades

our names play

where we stay

true to tattooed

lyrics across veins

the same song shared

where there’s

green grass

in the air

we find the cutest truth

your love is safe here

uncensored

your colors blend near

my side as a ride or die

kind of vibe

with you

a muse dude

who knew

how to

play me to a pretty tune

deep sigh big swoon

cut the act and welcome back

we’ll never come down from that

and i’ll always be

singing that track

the one that goes

with me.


Ty. 

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