Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • not the same

    the moon changes
    the month changes
    the mood changes
    the mind changes
    nothing ever
    stays the same
    not rights
    not rhythm
    not hope
    not blame

    without changes
    there is no change

    this moon is change
    this month is change
    the mood is change
    the time is change
    everything always
    subject to change
    the words
    the wisdom
    the peace
    the game

    deny culpability
    you will never change

  • soultalk

    The inner voice,

    an inner choice

    to hear what matters

    amid the distractions and

    less-than-intimate interactions

    life lays out

    before you.

    Suffering the indignity of

    less space to feel or see,

    you know you must

    keep moving forward.

    Surrounded by noise, day

    after day, you continue

    trying to listen

    or

    wanting to say

    all of those thoughts, and

    words stuck in your soul.

    Own your emotions.

    In a world full of shouting

    Sometimes

    a whisper will find its way.

  • as we must

    Another week,
    more chances, some 
    disappointments.
    Each day
    fragile, forgiving,
    soon to be forgotten.
    We breathe, as we must,
    seek answers and reprieve,
    before the sun sets.
    We sleep,
    more dreams, some
    nights more than others.
    We breathe, as we do,
    wake up to excuses
    or opportunity.
    We wouldn’t have it
    any other way.

  • cloud songs

    each day
    every year ahead
    will bring surprises

    your eyes 
    will see
    more beauty
    your ears
    will hear
    whispers
    and symphonies

    and your heart
    will understand
    and acknowledge
    all you need to know

    listen
    see
    and feel

  • recalibrate your emotions

    Coordinates unclear,
    the first wonder of a new day.
    Open your eyes,
    light diffused, a little confused,
    gradually you wake. Go slow.
    Morning coffee:
    is there a better type
    to wash away remnants
    of the darkness that exists?
    A cloudy day any way,
    no need to rush. 
    You sit and settle 
    into this reality, every cell 
    of your being readjusting.
    Recalibrate your emotions.
    Don’t rush it. 
    No need today.
    Yesterday no longer matters.