The Unknowns

Composed 1/19/17
Description: Probably the symptom of an overworked brain.

To love the unknown is a scary thing
As it so much more easily consumes and bleeds
Your heart dry after you create and repeat
Fantasies that have no basis in reality
When essential details are unknown but
Interest is still peeked and cannot be shut down for
Perhaps the unknown is pleasing?
It’s the uncertainty that both unnerves and attracts
And I don’t know whether to flirt or fight back
I’m stuck and drowning in mystery and
Too shy to ask and learn what I need
For fear that my dreams will have been wasted
And crushed and fear that I’ve dived in too much
You see
I’d rather whisper conspiracies and
Overhear evidence that quietly denies
So I might suffer in silence with no one the wiser…
But will I run out of time before I learn actuality
And finally set my restless thoughts
Free?

Fixation

Composed 1/11/17
Description: For a daily prompt that fit the evening nicely: cling.

I think about you so much
I forget the radio’s on
And when I hear it
I belt out every song

Time, distraction help me forget
For a moment

Then the race is on
Consuming my mind and my internet history
You stole all the keys and now you control me
With wit and laughter, eccentricities
And now I try too much and
Sit when I yearn to stand and leave

When there is no reason
No hope
No plans
Why do I bother?
Why do I contemplate and scheme?

Why is it that when my mind is tickled
It clings?

Floods

Composed 7/8/15
Description: Inspired by the weather. A more musical poem regarding infatuation.

The summer heat makes my bones weary
There are burns on my arms and gnats in my eyes
Some love the heat and call it home
I long for the comfort of a misty day
It breaks the hours of sun and the same

You say your love will rain on down
You’ll roar each day with the downpour sound
But you can’t have rain without the clouds
And without the sun we’ll flood the town

With all that rain I’m sure to drown

I loathe revealing all my skin
It’s fresh and pale, vulnerable to scorch
Some make it a habit and call it beauty
I long for the comfort of a cover’s squeeze
On a cool day, just a bit of heat

You say your love will rain on down
You’ll roar each day with the downpour sound
But you can’t have rain without the clouds
And without the sun we’ll flood the town

With all that rain I’m sure to drown

Sun nor rain can nurture alone
It’s a balance just as all nature is
Some call drowning a pleasant demise
In drought I’d curl up and blow away
Either way the outcome is the same

Don’t you see the vital flaw?
What’s loved must not be the only gift
A rainy day needs a bit of sun
That’s the beauty
That’s where rainbows come from

You say your love will rain on down
You’ll roar each day with the downpour sound
But you can’t have rain without the clouds
And without the sun we’ll flood the town

With all that rain I’m sure to drown

The Psychology of Muse

Composed 5/17/13
Description: Another personal piece.

Freud believed
That our deepest
Most forbidden desires
Reside in the ice burg of unconscious
Leaking through in
Physical malfunctions

While Lacan
Emphasized
What preoccupies us most
Slips out our mouths
In phonemes
In tricks of language

My desires
Reside in both
In my muse
Manifesting in
My poetry and how
It flies from my
Restless fingertips

For truly I find
I cannot write of
Anything
But you