Heavy
Heavy
All issues aren’t life and death
Though life and death are full of issues
Everything matters
We make priorities based on fear
We lie to protect secrets because
We don’t know how to be us
Without secrets
Compromises make cowards of us
Meanwhile that human race in a hand basket
Metaphor gets closer to hell everyday
We’re not running out of time
Time is run...
Wednesday 11th November 2015 12:34 pm
In Praise of Fallen Stars
In Praise of Fallen Stars
Who knows anymore when seeds
Were planted or how they got
Nurtured with such care for so long
Roots of kindred spirits reach deeply
Tangling underground thirsty
Hungry
Needy
Before pushing buds through warm wet earth
To explode into blossoms that
Smile at sun
Flirt with light
Their beauty attracts suitors
Who infatuate over mature...
Wednesday 12th August 2015 6:01 pm
Teeny Tiny Heart
Teeny Tiny Heart
by J. Otis Powell
How it happened is at lease two different stories
Maybe more if rumor takes hold and multiplies
Narratives like the telephone game we played
In school and at conferences
Who was there to inhale the changing air
To witness what two people alone knew
However every soul that gets a testimony
Develops new narratives when they leak a tale
...Tuesday 2nd June 2015 3:33 am
Double Dark
Double Dark
I
The ugliest thing I’ve seen was removed from my body
It was multi-layered different shades of brown and wet gray
It was a flesh-serving platter stacked high with dead tissue
I’m escaping skin again after eight years of recovering from
The last reincarnation of my ever-evolving soul and
Body has no choice but to come along and suffer in pain
Snakes do it in g...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 11:00 am
Until Rapture Melancholy
Inside we struggle for relief
And lose our minds trying
To accept this as our permanent
Address
We think we know how we
Arrived here with all our stuff
But sometimes we’re not sure which
Narrative is true
About how we crossed over
The threshold into a new home
We brought everything we love
With us and we are adapting
To a world we didn’t dream was possibl...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 11:44 pm
Brass Rings
"Wait to start the music
Draw pictures on the
Wall instead"
I requested
You made your images multidimensional and
Colorful like the worlds outside
Your mind
Sometimes we insist we know something and
Lock ourselves inside for security
Something that isolates us
Tricks us into cartoon land or worse
Still we waited for a visitor the music and time...
Pack up your ...
Tuesday 5th May 2015 5:24 pm
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