Prayer

As in one who prays, but also the act itself.

I wanted to try to put one into words before bedding down for the night, but the words elude me. I thought that maybe typing it out would enable the process of solidifying these wisps of faith, but I seem to be coming up blank here as well.

*sigh*

I wish for dreams
To tuck me in
To wingtips clear
And lucid

I sigh for nights
So out of sight
I can't pretend the motives

I can't delay
This game we play
But I can stack the deck

I wish for dreams
To hide and find
Me

I wish for dreams
To dust and lust

Just get me off
This shelf

While I slumber
Pulled asunder

Let me rest in peace
At ease

If I'm not to have
My dreams

Let me rest in peace
At least

Whine

It's been 3 hours since I woke up and I've had the equivalent of 2 glasses of wine in one glass.

Poncho and I have been fighting. Things are looking grim. I'm depressed and the wine has helped to take the edge off - don't you dare tell me about how it's a "depressant". I know. It still helps.

I'm considering buying a pack of smokes. Just to, you know, get away from it all for a while. I'm too damn responsible. I need to lighten up, have fun. I'm in my early-mid twenties, for chrissake.

Here's to the future. Whatever the hell it brings.








Seriously, though: if you could keep us in your thoughts and prayers, I'd really appreciate it. I need all the well-wishing I can get.

A Collection of Poems Written in January

I am dreaming of a world

Dewey mists and snowflake-swirled

Swing ajoined through the trees

Giddy, dizzy as you please

Watchin' stars pop out the eaves

Breath as fog and winded leaves

And with words caressed I'll stay

Safe as houses on display

Undressed and stressed (like syllables

at play)

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I am off to bed to dream

About Maple, Birch and Hemlock

Away above the cloud-tops

Where I can see the snowdrifts

Alight with newborn motives

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I am off to bed to dream

About my cotton-candy sunrise

Pink plays between the fine lines

Along the blood-red backbone's spine

And how divine (I feel) to find

Colors blending -- so sublime

These snow-dusted peaks are mine