Breaking The Habit

Ad infinitum a never ending sequence

Lying in the wake of repetition; habitual frequence

To wonder predictably all the same things is the unconscious

Dauntless and diving, freefall thoughts thriving; to want, I want this

Faultless and driving, the sea calls out trying; a wave, reaches for the sky

..

The heavens sit not on clouds but seafoam, heavily salinated and floating

A sea for the dead with white haze, bubbles that carry earthly desire; doting

The angels walk on water by no miracle and wash their feet

The rough callous scrubbed off falls back down as sleet

A little taste of heaven from the snowflake on my tongue

..

An only partially formed thought of the unknown is still no answer

I stir the ice in my glass, rejoice in the sound and quench my thirst

If I wait too long the ice melts and the glass overflows

Sometimes I have too many questions and too much imagination 

I need to know or at the very least, I want to know

..

Thinking about winter on an autumn day I thought about the leaves

So I tried to catch one on my tongue, a fiery red mischief o’ertook me

A sieve as I sifted through black earth for gold, a thought for thieves 

I was supposed to be raking of course but the taste was so earthly 

All the beautiful colors of autumn that I had piled up, stolen

Jumping in I thought that I would be transported to another world

But at last, we are never anywhere but here. 

..

I flipped on the TV and put the dried leaves of tobacco in a pipe

Truth be told, I never smoked before that day; never in my life 

Was this the allure of hell? I thought. Sun-dried leaves picked by poor commoners

Somewhere warm was a man with dark skin and a gold tooth, smiling. 

People just trying to get by day by day, doing the same things day after day.

A whole lifetime toiling, always in the same place with the same people and the same city 

And for others, the same hours, the same lunchtime and the same vacations 

To the same places where the same people who picked the same tobacco leaves would meet these same people

Is that sane? I thought, in some world it is.

I couldn’t do it any longer, as I coughed out the smoke from this terrible tasting experience

I had decided that it was time to break the habit.

©️ The Sad Owl

Dearest

Dearest

Daily dabble loose pen scribble

Dearest

Ink so red with the correction of my heart

Arrhythmic beat that simply stops at the sight of you 

Dearest 

To me, wonder shines in your eyes like the Orion

Piercing gaze aimed true to my direction, I melt in your light

The crescent moon of your smile could devour my soul

Dearest 

Moonlit maiden, ethereal mist disappearing don’t go 

Fingertips fading as dusk to dawn, fireflies in the night 

The way you bite your lip holding back the tears I cannot 

Reflections of myself in disarray disappear with your sight  

Dear

In the morning I will loathe the sun 

Wince at the light

Dry throat but not from the heat 

To only wonder why 

Questions of where you’ve went

At the forefront of my mind

Dare me 

To follow you into eternal dark

Dancing forever blind 

In the starlight of your eyes

Dearest of mine

© The Sad Owl

Afterthought

What was it in my dreaming

Seeing

Farewells final; waving hands

Weaving

The motions of black and white film grain meander

The entities of my soul become indicators of my beings

Why so many?

I wonder are broken hearts bleeding

Leaking memories of times we forgot

A broken hourglass our clock

Losing time

And all that I’ve got

The afterthought of what now is not

© The Sad Owl

A Walk in The Dark (Act I)

Skin sheen glisten in the moonlight

Soft dove no peace uptakes flight

Leaves

Forest flourish orchids in the night

Darkest beasts hide fear holds tight

Fallen

Porcelain maiden white dress with skin light

Tears fall blurr ponds both eyes lose sight

Never

Escaping feelings those who lose the will to fight

Blind prey prays to survive an encapsulating night

Return

Run barefooted bloodied skirt tattered tights  

Heavy breathing howling labored push might

Hear

© The Sad Owl

Mistakes

I’d hear small quibble quick

Voices meek, weak a little sick

Wrongdoing, man is judged in his ways

The fruit of his doing, the words he will say

Small talks go on about

Large monumental actions

Unfounded and with doubt

Splits a race into factions  

Discrimination facing the faces

Dividing relations splitting to races

Leaving traces of civilization in places

Of ruins, this ancestral home belonged to them before

Have we forgotten or will we too know no more

Of this grave as we bury ourselves in this state of decay

Talks of bright futures fade, tomorrow will never be today

What will remain will be our remains that will stay

And on top of our soils we will be built on

The same as we have done

Time — it waits for none.

Dropped my Cassette

The echoes of eternity fade

My broken cassette

The recording that we made

must we go Let

voices Disappearing

for Cheering

dear Endearing

backwards Steering

Crashing

gone are We

still Going

destination Set

did you Forget

forgotten are We

lacking Memory

wandering Wondering

repeat Rewind  

© The Sad Owl

Be Kind

Be careful, what you say can be profound

Caution to the wind where the words lost are found

Unknowing, a mystery behold, futures unfold

Destiny a stepping stone, virtues of patience and gentleness

Dancing feathers buoyantly float; lightheartedness

Darkness, some feathers black; calamuses inked heavily

Write the words of thanks and love, complimenting wearily

Pending messages to the soul sometimes never reach their destination

Resignation told not by words or action; a life leaving to imagination

The hollow tips consume the ink till at last it is too late

Open air, the ink has dried; what is written becomes fate

I can only hope the words left behind

Some time long after mine are kind

Yes

I thought I heard a voice

Familiar in sound

Asking for a choice

Muffled words drowned

Dehydrated, my thoughts

Cloudy now tongue dry

Hands flailing poor fought

Losing this I try

Opportunity lost cannot be restored

Unsalvageable wreck will never float to shore

No more I said, no more

The sea water does not replenish

It only takes

Relentless, emotional blue menace

This sinking feeling leaves me defenseless

Shoreline grows further away

Over the horizon the sun fades

Even it becomes its prey

The ocean takes; no trades

No prisoners and no day

Night comes the stars play

Dancing on the dead

No.

I should have said

Cynical Editor

Untimely undone

Redacted finally retracted

It hurts

To play off the edge

and fall

Is the worst

Why is it so bad to bounce off of the words

Of those you admire, everything that you’ve heard

It’s true

A cynic that limits their humor to curs

What life is that I ask but a curse

Indirect statements deter

Further edits from what it infers

Rascoulous behaviour of a writer

Can no longer fight her

My editor is simply the best

© The Sad Owl