Restless Soul

Restless Soul

~

Oh my spirit and mind

would you follow my skin

and in turn follow time?

Be the calm after storms

and the coolness of night,

with a soft placid swing

dance along by the light.

Let the restlessness go

my dear spirit and mind

for I yearn to be in tune

with the passing of time.

–

H.O

May 18, 2020

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“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun’s melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”

― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

How I’m Lost

How I’m Lost

~

If I could see myself lost,

In the rush of a cascading life

how I grieve

what no longer withstand.

We lose things and we are dammed

to repeat our faults

when we are lost,

in the rush of a cascading life-

–

H.O

June 9, 2020

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“What’s the point of wandering?

to find a better place?

a home?

But the loneliness will always capture me

in its claws

of no tomorrow”

― Asper Blurry, Train to the Edge of the Moon

Paradise

My Dark

My Dark

~

I’ve never been enough

half-done like dreams

left out to fade,

how cold the night

under the shade

 of my own demise.

Will death become?

How warm the light

but yet so far,

my dreams half-done

I’ll cast my dark-

–

H.O

March 17, 2020

Quiet Passing

Beneath

Beneath

~

 I feed the monster,

my fragile soul cannot sustain.

Hold my wings

tenderly, a butterfly

painted in colors of sunsets

and songs of rain,

‘til one last time

I will fly, I will fly-

–

H.O

1/15/20

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“The pain is real. Flowing as a brook beneath my flesh. I am broken, and yet, I still breathe.”

― E.M. Benton

Order

Order

~

Such need to re-arrange

pieces scattered

across a lifetime.

At the end,

who will count

what was missing

or was found?

–

H.O

1/13/20

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“The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.”

― Toni Morrison, Beloved

Awake

Fini

Solo

Solo

~

Sometimes

sadness like caramelo swirls around

inside my words, so sweet it tastes

this lonesome way,

sometimes

it sticks and quietly waits

inside my words, a softest sound,

sometimes

its all that becomes real,

this lonesome way

rolls slowly down

a single teal-

–

H.O

October 22, 2019

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“Poems can get

sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing

in the universe.”

― Sanober Khan