Embedded Roots

Memories like trees bloom within my mind.

From a small sapling the tree grows

Until it becomes full, the leaves stretch and reach for the sun.

Slowly the roots grow deeper and deeper into the ground, holding strong to it.

Young and vibrant the tree stands--

Still fresh and new as it feeds off the sunlight.

Time goes on for the tree.

Golden rings are placed upon the finger that shoots up from the ground,

It produces sons and daughters, which go far away to grow up.

Then the tree becomes old and crippled--

The wind gnawing at its joints.

However, if the tree is cut down, dragged off

And leaves its stump behind only to have it ripped away from the ground,

Which it has grown to and loved for so long--

Its roots are still planted firm within the mind

And proves to give testament to the memory from long ago.

Suffocation

The white brick stands tall as the trees

Painted white with lead

And the pupil windows covered with a green haze.

The trees gangling and bony,

Malnourished from the sunlight

And subsisting on cigarettes and exhaust.

Their hair is patchy--

Thinning and exposing its scalp bare.

Bees Within the Light

Electric blue with the hum of a neon glow--

I walk into the store late on a Tuesday.

The florescent light gives off green hue,

And alone I stand in the isle contemplating

The strand of my mortality.

Clean slate

It's been a while since I've done a blog. I'm not incredibly sure what to put but I guess I'll just write what I'm thinking about or what ever is on my mind at the time. Hopefully I can get into this mess. So I guess mostly I'll be talking about poetry, literature, a little philosophy, and music (possibly art).

So I guess I've had a lot of stuff to keep me busy. I've been working on a chapbook and I'm half way done with it. It's funny how quickly something can just spark my inspiration and words just seem to flow out. It's sometimes a curse, as sometimes I am prone to thinking too deeply, but at the same time I feel that words are the ultimate tool one has. Words can impact so much. Take famous and classic works like The Prince or The Birth of Tragedy by Nietzsche, which strive to work out the facets of mankind (which philosophy ultimately tries to do).

"Do I dare

Disturb the universe?"

-T.S. Eliot