[January24th]

falling back to
survival mode
makes me realize
I wasn't born to
survive
I was born to live
and whatever chance
that involves
I must-
I must move forward-
kick against
the goading rote
of reason
and marvel at the
reasonableness
of chance

[Soaring Feather]

Sleep found my loneliness
sweetens the essence you are
and I tangled your senses
with love in my eyes
throwing your distance
across flesh rushing
your love to me silently

bentfeather

[Radix]

The sun sits low in Winter sky
A son sits high and passes by

Winter Solstice coming nigh
Duty done are reasons why

This when darkness is about
Humble stoic not a shout

Sky so full of black and night
Pride in doing something right

Just beyond the darkest day
Boy to man in honorable way

Tomorrow brings a bit more Light
A powerful Beacon in my sight

[Neuromancer]

Chance
smiles with eyes
that tender
shadows