One eye fixed on the horizon the waterline creeps and recedes rhythmically up and down my mouth opens as if I could almost drown I can breathe fine one minute and the next I’m choking on grief as if tragically in slow motion the need the reach neither helping I can’t stand and I can’t…
Author: Arya Sunyata
rabid courage
I’ve been meeting the death of all my ideals stripping meaning with ends that always reveal a freely speaking bet you’d never deal your hand holding what let you almost conceal a fate waiting the deck’s cards like peels slowly falling off the dying tree leaves blowing seasons slipping into forgetting like all the memories…
solitary
I’m a rubberband feeling good to bad from up and down the length of you that’s me looking back in what I perceive and then stretching beyond the fretting breathing through the devastating once again cruelty came back to me with the face of my shame a burning seed humiliating me as I react to…
Anything worth doing can be done
You said to holler if I feel like I’ve been down the same road so I come back here to you years like long sighs in between you and me a dreamlike projection sweeping into my days it is sweet to touch the story of you for moods paced in minutes singing your song like…
A Tiny Affair
I died today it was a tiny affair and no one came just me and your grave an unexpected deep well of what-a-twist in store the plot thickens and bends the shape of my heart to the debt of a slave that cannot ever fully be repaid I wept filled with regrets having caused pain…
Second Chance
Everyday is another chance staring into this frozen knot in the gullet that just won’t go down the kind of awkward you can’t spit or swallow that makes me slow and self-conscious where to correct I discovered a role of strength with a broken fan an old worn mask the ink of my craft burns…
Butterfly
It cuts like the cold wind winter’s bitter old me you got yours I got mine it’s tight like I can’t breathe here or too big like open sea dizzying extremes it still hurts like crazy whichever way I squeeze like you and I how could I trip and avoid dredging through this seventh house…
Transpoeting
This poetry is ash burnt from impure expression of my living imperfection borne with this constant search for freedom diving in the trash transpoeting emotions highly flammable notions in excess like brush caught by the wildfires superstitions go up in smoke and all the things I believed were real consumed bit by bit stripped away…
Tuning
A is for ardent like the vibrant 440 vibration resonance I’m touched with just a little bit by striking it against the surface of your pure and all of me reverberating waiting a moment to allow the first overbearing overtones to die out my prongs apart and together and you hold the node your handle…