Sunday, February 12, 2012

Villanelle #1

I am finding my mind
In some things that are new,
In all things that are kind.

Although my thoughts do bind
To the deep, to the blue,
I am finding my mind.

Lively hands, so behind,
Break, but this is not true
In all things that are kind.

To love my steps. To find
Some truth, but lie to you.
I am finding my mind.

Lightly so, past days grind
On dark stones. My thoughts drew
In all things that are kind.

Crowns to realize, and lined
With small stones to pursue.
I am finding my mind
In all things that are kind.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Cage Unlimited

When thoughts make mind and mind makes motion, I pertain to epithets warped under sun and damned faces. Shelters subside to earth torn by laughs and loud ovation.

Sought hands ever close. Catching likeness of you within, near my heavily shifting posture. I come faced with accents past, you, until my feet end, hover so.