Illusionary People

I’m an illusion

Arm’s length from you

Miles past what you see

Hoping to be afterthought someday

Out of place in emotional graveyard

Lust for misery far more appealing

Than basking in sunshine of others

Disappointment pleasantly held

Comfort of knowing nothing matters

Ensuring life never changes

You’ll always have that

Yet I remain an illusion

Twisting in the Wind

Twisting in the wind

The storm gathered her fury

Like a kite, I sail forth

Control is an illusionary blip

Skies race white, black and grey

Monochrome kaleidoscope paints air

Bent down by immense pressure

Swooming is half surrendering

Wishing to gaze backward lost now

As if an orginal point breed the storm

Omnipresence seems her calling card

My unlikely ally shelter has fled

It took to the signs of doom quicker

Maybe next so will I

Until then, I wait for mercy

The Wolf

A wolf walked past my street

Shimmering moon light its coat

Lost stars beaming from it’s eyes

Its heavy grace weighed me down

I know not for whom it comes

My soul prays for itself then others

The wolf walks down my street

It shimmers moonlight about it

Stars blaze where eyes wish to see

I know whom it seeks out

There is little grace among it

There only seems ghosts of that soul

A wolf was lured to my street

It shimmers within the moonlight

Turning Wheel

The moment comes back

Did it ever really move on?

Rolling forward cutting a path

Sometimes it leads to yesterday

Feeling of just spinning in place

But intuitively I feel it turning

Carrying me to a distant place

If I had left carrion or two

I could return by my own wish

Instead I return by lack of planning

The wheel turns slow when watching

Which never really moves anywhere