Regain Control

Be the blank page with a blindfold on
Set high a pedestal
On display in front of an art school.

Sail gently
Over the ocean of change
Find calamity underneath each wave

Feel the sun beating rays of purpose onto your skin
Let it exonerate you of all your sins

Soar freely, through air that you can call your own
Sprout wings, let it carry you,
And breathe.

out there

It’s one of those days,
Everything is slightly illuminated,
A portable incandescence .

That gust of debris and leaves,
Turns into a refreshing breeze

Cities framed into building blocks.
A litany of reservations for playgrounds.

The dull roar of baseline street
Is sounding more like an array winged creatures,
Serenading the morning.

The icicle in my lungs
Is shedding layers, melting
Amidst all the warmth.

The shallow pool of my eyes,
A film of sage, judgement brown
Has turned forest green,
A radiant and welcome jungle.

The fortress that was my chest
Painted and turned into canvas,
The graffiti from one thousand strangers,
And one million old friends,
Is finally deteriorating,
Crumbling like ashes and falling to the earth
Rising like flames, the dawn of a grand rebirth.

old but somehow new

It’s now that I see it
Even when that soft piano riff has faded
And that nostalgic taste has expired

That this loneliness is portable
And like a virus
A disease
It will adapt

In the harshest of climates
In the most desperate changes of environment

A plague that will follow me
Haunt me
Taunt me

But it wasn’t in vain
This is something more defined
A step forwards on a backwards track

Something that was missing
Is now strewn about
And I can see it
In fantastically unfamiliar skies

And under foreign stars,
Dimly lit like a smile
A candle in my skull
The light bulb of the sky
The apple of my eye

Something old,
But somehow new