a harp unstrung

Posts tagged “reality

Evening Visitor

are we crazy

or should we

just wear shoes?

As anything,

in the beginning

blatantly naked

and totally


maybe i need


a new one

or a pair?


in the night


many do think

them the most



of reality;

in my mind

so abundantly


outside of

the cat





© 2014, J.H.



it’s all around you

the brimstone


has the right

after all


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


the conflict


is this




© 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

 sandalwood and amber
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
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


Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words

TIny Cracks

be careful
there is belief there
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
an ache we used
to hear
allow us that
waiting close to
the light
and trust
there is no
reverence now


Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words

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


Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words


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
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