Heading home at midnight's autumn (20120926)

 http://www.thefoxisblack.com (slumber)

Outside
I see a house,
A familiar place
That warms me
In cold nights.

Outside
I see a soul,
A familiar figure
Vanishing into the darkness
Of the night.

Outside
I see myself
In a body
Numbed for loneliness
Lacking of warmth
Trapped in a future
Of tomorrow's sight.

Inside
I see the house
An unfamiliar place
That mystifies me
In a lost sense.

Inside
I see my soul
An unfamiliar figure
Sinful of worldly pursuits
Fearful of divine truths
Damned and unsaved,
And yet loved.

Inside
I see no one
Except an emptiness
Of a beating heart
Filled with excesses
Of longing
For a house,
A soul,
Someone
To be
Here.

Autumn oxymoron

Falling
on the ground,
leaves
scattered,
Are they still leaves?

Hopping,
on the ground,
birds
pecking all day
Are they still birds?

wish i could hang around like a hammock..
waiting for someone to rock me...
that life is not up in the sky, tree
or down on the ground,
nor a push to move
or pull to get close,
nor left or right ideologue

Nor life is an OR,
but an AND..

In between,
the stillness and suspension of breathing..

wishing I could..

wish I could savor the moment..
the unfound peace in contradictions of the little atoms in me.