Theoretical Mass

Find your love

Find your peace

Find it even

away from me.

Oh, my God,

Please, may it not wreck me.

It threatens to sink whatever is left

into this black hole of reverie. 

These insides are 

a compulsion of a burst of sky

rock and debris and pain,

the wreckage behind my eyes.

I cannot even explain why,

I'm a rocket that cannot fly.

Ash and Blue

I called
It sounded
for no one
but you
for the 
souls before me
never knew

the sadness
that permeated
carried it
through
you heard it
and then turned
away,
ignoring the cue

The Trumpet Blasts

 

The trumpet blasts!

Listen one and all!

Bend your ear

to its cry and call.

 

What is that but an invitation!

For two trumpets do sound!

Waste no time, the direction is vital!

So let us quickly gather around.