Sometimes, not often enough, it seems a voice from the great beyond compels me to grab a pen and my journal and frantically scribble a stream of words that I don’t have to think twice about. Here are two poems that came through me after several days of feeling like I had stepped through an infinite portal of becoming and unbecoming! They have a quite fiery and playful energy about them.
The Shores of Unbecoming
Was it madness or grace
That took us from the stars and delivered us
To this carnival of flesh?
Stars can’t cry but now
We know what it could be like to become
A rogue river
Wild and raw
Cutting sharp through tender daydreams
Frayed edges
Less time for talking
When walking becomes the thing that moves you
Woven in surrender
Just a blanket for the gods
watching a projector screen after dark
Consuming lust and terror like popcorn
There is too much time and never enough of it
Feel it flying behind you
A lost paper airplane
Your destiny, a doodle in the margins of some long-forgotten summary
Let it move through you
Until
It consumes you
Breaks you
Down like eroded cliffs
Forgotten, moss-slickened, and silent
Driftwood and hollowed shells
There is only one teacher and that is the Ocean
Rest gentle on the eve of your un-becoming
There’s not just one rebirth
Unbecoming part II
Lines lie dormant
Flying closer to roads, breaking homes
Unknown wasted hours
Withers the flowers of eternity
Roaming in circles
Like the clock turns, ticks like water
Drops of doubt
Roaches take over the soul home
Too damp from nights spent drunk
On whiskey and nostalgia
Don’t turn your back on the house of tomorrow
Heed the call of the wind echoing forgotten spells
Remember Infinity’s chorus, the low song
Reverberating galaxies drifting like feathers through the cracks
Of our un-becoming
Lay down your weary head in sorrow
Forget your broken mind
So hollow
The sun and moon will meet tomorrow
To celebrate the dawn
Close your homesick eyes
And rock away the night
Dead birds are on the ground
The phoenix soon takes flight
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