Evening Visitor
are we crazy
or should we
just wear shoes?
As anything,
in the beginning
blatantly naked
and totally
accepted
maybe i need
something
a new one
or a pair?
ghosts
in the night
ahhhhhh
many do think
them the most
grotesque
forms
of reality;
in my mind
so abundantly
fantastic
…
outside of
the cat
swatting
the
feet
thing
© 2014, J.H.
Faithful
it’s all around you
the brimstone
committee
has the right
after all
knowledge
is for
the faithful
something hidden
from the light
but its a
virulent strain
and my eyes
are older now
and welcome here
but no
editing
the conflict
distorted
is this
all
there
is
© 2013 J.H.
Deja Vu
simple as
an apparition
seen in …
not even minesimple as
the darkest dawn
beyond my eyes
asleep and blind
simple as
the passing time
dead and silent
in my head
i was not here
and yet i am
for here i’m waking
in my bed
that solid wood
scented with memories
of earlier times deja vu
a glitch in the matrix
or past lifetimes
can’t be sure
but there it is heady and alluring
plain as day
sandalwood and amber
sweet and smoky
floats in my memory
grab onto
that solid piece of wood
and hold those
memories
some clear
some on the edge of reality
hippie skirts and sandals
opium dens and dreams
sweet and warm
others unknown
but real and present
hold them
for your own
for today
they are what
makes me
feel alive © 2010 J.H. originally published pearljam.com
The Opening
see through the night
a wrapping
a sturdy box
maybe hope
or trinkets
locked down
unscrew the top
an act given to
violent criminals
a greater number
the sun settles
above the good news
put me in there
maybe it will
set again
to fell
all the other plans
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TIny Cracks
be careful
there is belief there
morphine
to think upon
chances for apocalypse
the mystique is gone
let the cracks in
tried to go back
why now?
what is calling
the hands of
reasoning
unfinished
an ache we used
to hear
protecting
allow us that
waiting close to
the light
and trust
there is no
reverence now
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Rock Star
shaking hands
signing autographs
i have taken your seat
a mystery
no answers
from where i was napping
an impression
i have seen from here
all the hands
one thousand winds
that blow
hold on to the rope
so strong
and i swear
i felt all the blues
he scrunched his face
pinching his nose
and holding his own
territories and allies
we are all grown
and now
there is no place
to know the truth
just wait
to have an honest answer
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Outside the Night
did you notice the night?
i fell right through your eyes
to take everything
i fell right through the wormhole
just to hear a memory
fascinated by the gallows
the shape is produced
but the setting escapes me
stand outside
to take my stand
hoping
should we fear to look?
or reality?
when its raining
let go to make new ghosts
open the wind and rain
with the hourglass they stand
just to wait and see
if i care
Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words