streetlights

do nothing but stand

neglected.

just like you do.

you are the streetlights,

bruised and dark.

someone else charged in with a torch,

burning your lovely light.

air

does nothing but keep me

alive.

just like you do.

you are my air.

i breathe you

instead of that

overrated oxygen.

so not to fret, love.

i’m here now.

i’ll be your air.

because you so desperately need

to breathe.

I would be the little yellow bird.

The one who moved into the birdhouse this spring.

Because I think she is like me.

She is shy.

A bit of a loner.

She rarely shows herself.

She doesn’t want to impose.

And she just knows.

Instinctively.

Just like she knew her home.

The one I placed 4 years ago.

And no one came.

No one, but she.

Because she knew.

Little bird, you are me.

And I am you.

I simply can't do without

A burst of light into my soul

A gentle dance on my tongue

All within a little cup

"Angelie, 

Wake up, 

Don't sleep too long

You have three projects due

Your writing is useless 

Please just focus

Angelie, 

I love you

Even if no one else does

I love you and it's my duty

To take care of you

Without me here

To guide you, 

You'd be helpless.

Angelie, 

Don't feel so alone

I'm always here

In your head

Your best friend

Angelie, 

I'm not a parasite

I'm not a voice in your head

We're just having a normal conversation, 

You and I, 

You and your ole Conscience

Angelie, 

Don't write about me

Can't I be our secret

People shouldn't know about me

They'd think you're crazy

You're not crazy

You can't help it

Angelie, 

Don't worry, 

I'll always be here

For you."

(The line is from Atrophy by The Antlers; you should check it out sometime)

Let's pray

To whom?

To where?

Up there?

I just stare

At the quietness 

Up there!

Why do we pray?

Isn't it gods will anyway?

It doesn't matter what you pray for

It's gods divine plan what he has in store

I've tried praying

But never did i receive hope

Left harmed without a rope

Religion to me

Is a disease of the mind

Controlling you

Until you go blind

I can't partake in this sheep based path

Oh! But if i don't follow him

I'll burn in hell from his wrath!

........sounds like blackmail to me.

K.j.a.

I advance

This road is never ending

Will you

Take it with me?

A long, winding, path

Crazy from the start,

An end

And a beginning;

I try again,

It won't end

The blessed teardrops

Calm down

The rain's fallen,

I see it now;

The light

Through the cloud.

A prism ray

Of sunshine

Parting its light

Through the sky

Don't end.

Is it a dream?

I don't think

I'll ever know.

But as long as you're here,

I advance.

By Jada Baimbridge

Breath of the trees

Clinging to my skin

Walking me through

What was me and you

I miss what once was

A soul finding journey

Just me and you

The stars guiding us through,

Hands block the view

Walking on foreign soil

Screaming at the sky

Loosing my mind

Because of you and I

What we were to be

Lost in this soil

Held between the veins

Of these trees

Now I ranway

From words they cry

Needles that stab me

Through the eye

Upon this tear stained ground

I collapse, I lie

Loosing my mind

For what was you and I.

Knowledge opens the shards

of frozen ice to reveal reason why

mind is helplessly chained to wall,

unleashes boundaries from pen -

a new awakening of amber glow

as sun filters mind breaking shackles,

opening up knowledge to consume

the ancient stones, infancy of truths.

Abandoned harmony of life threads dance

kneeling in balance of life bursting forth

like ripe, dripping peaches of wisdom,

resonating on night wind – savage possession

kindled with pain and pleasure entwined,

budding wisdom and time-worn realities,

maze of verity cursed by thirst of all-knowing

reaching for promise in distant starlit skies,

yearning to share bounty of far flung vistas.

Knowledge drives wisdom on wings of fancy,

breathing beneath tangled debris of mind

following different roads to same destination,

fulfilling fiery wishes of uncloaked secrets.

Mystery is disguised by masks of seeking

the bruises of battle scars leading the way,

cherished thoughts of enlightenment unlock

puzzles of mind, opening clear view to lost images.

Windows of light glimmer throughout the denseness,

healing begins and filters through opening mind,

a cocoon awakening to that which you seek

in moonlit sonatas sharing what is meant to be.

Knowledge is not about learning alone but sharing

wisdom imparted in simplicity before submitting

to the mindless grave, watching knowledge march on.

Turning, I looked over my shoulder,

I was watching life’s scenes reappear,

when I looked in the mirror, I was older,

with the cries of past sins in my ears.

The past feels like a dark valley,

or a dark forest where soldiers were slain;

muddy rivers from a great storm’s finale,

an old mansion with spirits, insane.

And how do I find a wise answer,

to leaving the past far behind?

Sin glares from afar like a dancer,

whose smile is erotic and kind.

Wave upon wave of each memory,

crashing the shores in my mind,

pushing the sands of experience,

into dunes on a beach I can’t climb.

Until finally the winds of tomorrow,

grab hold and they rush me away;

To a place where there is no more sorrow;

and my mind always stays in today.

S.W. Biddulph, 2014

some people wish

on stars,

some

on meteors,

and others

on time

maybe 

that's why 

we never aligned

because i wished

on stars,

you wished

on meteors

and forgot

it takes time

to create galaxies.