Love

Love transforms us all.
From a slimy thing to something winged,
or perhaps something that flies
to something that is tethered.
It all depends on perspective.
Are you someone positive?
Or are you self-destructive?
All fair questions when you feel torn
between two selves.
When you can envision so many heavens
but you are caught within so many hells.
Pick a side:
is it easy? Is it fair?
What philosophy do you adhere to?
Do you love smashing the pretty things,
or would you prefer to plant seeds in tiny rows,
so far from yourself that you can believe
they might actually grow?

Hazy

I feel the sun rise
heart quicken
and I
open my eyes
Light filters
through the cracks
bleeds through
every hole
I haven't patched
Skin blisters
life's sunscreen
doesn't seem
to apply to me
Slip on shoes
for the beaten path
drumming out
the game
of who's whose
Playground make-believe
everyone a villain
fingers pointed
no reprieve
The light within
is not enough
the shadows
make haste
and draw in