A Long Time Coming

[i don't know what's up with me. i haven't written something substantial in a very long time, but i don't want this blog to be forgotten, so here is a little something that i wrote yesterday]

On a Cold Night
Sometimes
On a cold night
A fire lights up
and I cannot help
but stare into it;
be consumed by it
And wait for Morning to come

This poem is actually part of a bigger plan: The idea is to write a book and have each chapter start off with a poem written by a character. The chapter will then reflect that poem. I'm not sure if it'll be one person writing all the poems, or different people. I'm unsure of the length and the plot. Very loose details right now.


The sheep, the monkey, the dog, and the pig, each leaders in their own right, met at a crossroads in the woods.
The sheep pranced forth, its head held high, looking down upon the others.
The monkey, ever playful, jumped onto the sheep's back, dirtying the otherwise white wool.
The dog howled and jumped into the fray, never one to stay out of a good fight.
And the pig passed by knowing it had dinner waiting for him.

Dharma

Written in February of 2006. I was falling asleep on a futon when the poem suddenly came to me. It was sparked by recent related talks in philosophy class. Original titles: 2:11 a.m. and In the Throes of Morning Passion (the latter one I don't like at all anymore).

So many ideas that
just come rushing and
in restraining them I
wrestle with the only true loves;
that is, to read, write and weep
for all the things I've lost in
this world, knowing all the things
I will gain.

Distraction

I wrote this while on a sleeper train in China in July of 2006. It's the culmination of a lot of philosophical thought from my Wisdom of th Orient class in Japan and traveling through the East. I really like the first long rant, but the second half still needs work, I feel.

From life breeds a multitude of
attachments and erotic intents
meant to lure the unwary down
a road lit only by sporadic overhead
lamps and the dim laughter of a man
who once thought himself king.
Go through the steps it takes to realize
where and when you can escape and
plan your move past the locked
doors that keep you chained inside
a prison of your own desires.
Find not what you were searching for
but the peace you never imagined.