Einstein

can't sleep.

the world is round and it keeps it's secrets, strongly away from those who cannot handle them
science will speak and describe what it knows but we humans
we best remain silent

can't sleep

the pizzaria spoke of a blessing; anchovies, they said. eat
they are good for you, for insomnia
they are good for patients who can't cope with their mind's own side effects
the side effects of thought
that beat your eyelids open, awake, alert and then run away before you can see who knocked on your door

can't sleep

a nightmare is welcome to knock me unconscious with it's deadly hooves
a nightmare is welcome to freeze me silly in fear and so that i shall lose sense and consciousness
a nightmare is welcome
anything is welcome but this

can't sleep

God is one. only one is God, he said
If reality is controlled then why do my eyes not see
my heart sees but then disbelieves
must i live in terror of this impending blackness
or in gladness of the light, the grey dawn that arrives

but i can't sleep

the night is both dreaded and loved
dreaded for its presence and loved lest it flies before i rest
i must rest
for has it not been said
'the night is for rest'?

this business
this not knowing
works only if you are patient
this business
this burrowing
into wrath and necromancy
serves only the purpose
of killing your instinct
of freezing your facts
in the cold ice of General Relativity

When We Escape

so my muse
shall we take a cruise?
into the blinding sunlight
on an empty sea
with no horizon?
shall we take the pain and abuse?
self inflicted
(for if not what is the use)
and create a thing of beauty?

you and me
united
leaving behind what is useless to us
and embracing the unknown
wanderers, they will call us
lost, they will say
be we know
this is our way

springing free from a mundane existence
our dreams held sway
but are we sailing towards mundanity
towards and not away?
questions that we seek answers to will remain
doubts will seize us by the testicles
and they will not easily go away

but death is our promise
and for its cold embrace we await
but until then a bit of sun, wind, sand
and adventure
wouldn’t kill us as they say

so my muse
my friend of abuse
what say?

she was as the earth
and I, as the moon
to her darkened face
I shone my light
with no restraint
with selfless abandon
but she revelled not in my silvery gloom
and as I watched that cold lonely dawn
how she greeted the sun
with longing in her eyes
I realized
that i
could never become so bright.
for it was not my nature
I was one of a gloomier stature

shadows
loom bright
friendlier than light
for where is the warmth
in hot blinding light?
not for me the days of brightness
not for me the shiny bright
give me gloom and give me sight
for I wish to see
in the darkness

so what say you?
my shadowy clue
my signal in the dark
my direction In the night?
what say you?
to you and me
on a cruise?
exploring lost islands
wading in lagoons
sleeping in the open
with only the stars watching us
what say you?

The Upraised Fist

A scab on a wound
false skin
false reality
underneath; blood flows
red and rich.

a scarred body
full of bullet holes
the rubber bullets
were coated with lead
activism was dead

a power hungry
monarch
an arch criminal;
the henchman
and you
the lone tree hugger
standing alone in front of the digger
arms outstretched