A Ride to the Other Side

Because I have wrapped up my first chapbook collection, I am starting a new one. Below you will find a link to the first chapbook of the new series. Enjoy!

Without further ado, I present you, A Ride to the Other Side

Physical copies coming soon…

The Inception of Perception

I perceive a new life

Through my eyes now aged.

I’m a new type,

Freed from a cage.

I believed so much

When I was younger.

I touched the sky

Before the thunder.

Things look different

Than before.

Back when monsters

Hid behind doors.

I see a new light

Previously covered

With a new sight

Different from others.

The vision is different

As my eyes adjust

To everything changing.

My perception I trust.

The Gate

I approach the gate,

but I’m denied access.

I’m told to wait

and not be the fastest.

The voice echoes

off the rusty gate

and then determines

my very fate.

I wait in silence

much like that gate,

then I reach for the handle

a chance I’ll take.

My turn is now

through years of patience.

I still wonder

where the time went.

The doors swing open

and I’m the last one in.

But was this place different

from where I’ve been?

Others now stand

on the other side

as the gate closes

creating a divide.

I now look through

spaces in the gate

remembering what I knew

from an altered state.

Shadows

The smallest darkness juxtaposes light

Existing, utilizing its polar opposite.

Following close behind in the night.

Inching closer to us, the true cause of it.

Mimicked and mocked, I continue to move

Regardless of the broken half of me

Dragging along with nothing to lose

…But time

And no ears to hear nor eyes to see.

Through each journey, the darkness is there

Tapping my shoulder, reminding the body

Of a time

more difficult and and unclear

Of a time

When feelings hurt and no one saw me.

Nothing is alone on a earth with billions of lives

Especially when shadows commit to a reveal

Those who foil a dark history with bright times

Found life in a shadow in which they appeal.

Each mountain climbed strengthens it’s figure,

Every emotion and thought sinks into its shape.

Growing stronger each day to the body it lingers.

Connected to out heels, never early or late.

It knows

How we feel and what we say

How to be with us when we are stray.

But who caused this darkness attached to our hip?

Was it us or the environment in which we breathe?

Why does it feels like oversized cargo on a ship?

Whomever it is, it’s a part of me until the earth I leave.

Traffic

Stuck, in the same seat many others

Are familiar. Confined to a lane created by

Those before us. Hands gripped, tightly around

A leather circle. Many signal and orchestrate

Cars around them as if surrounding cars

were trained musicians. Inching forward with

Anticipation and slight remorse. But I’m not

Alone in this course. Sweat falls from faces

Onto White collars, onto car mats costing

Too many dollars. Hearing too many hollars.

Another inch closer. But to what? Where?

Switch lanes if you dare. Use a blinker.

Do not linger. Move. One inch closer.

You’re almost there. Look back rarely.

“You remember how you got here?”

Asked by a passenger. Idk. Barely.