A Conscious Thought, Flowing

Limitless boundaries of opportunities
My mind is a wandering maze of thought
Trying to find my place with my writing
I get little fragments of insight and inspiration
Conscious streams of consciousness
A new perspective to writing
Ideas of flowing thought, written on paper

I had never thought about the possibility
Who would ever want to read?
Maybe the point is to write, not to think
To feel and share and express and become vulnerable
Not to fear the judgement that may or may not come

Looking out the window, I can feel my thoughts take over
My mind wanders out of control and I zone into the vast, empty space
The blue sky clouded by broken tree branches, extended from the ground
Typing and writing, my mind races faster that my fingers can type
Seeking inspiration from anything, everywhere, all day long
I soak it up into my pours, so I can squeeze it out

Spending 22 hours a week, staring at a computer
Kills and creates an impending doom or inspiration Everything I feel and think follows me here to die
Unwilling to rediscover myself, I need to escape this prison
This time it’s not inside myself, there are physical walls
Real rooms with doors and windows and chains
Bathroom stalls with rough toilet paper and cheap soap
Doors with locks and keys in my pocket
I want to release myself, if I could just be bold and brave and dare
Freedom in arms reach, within myself I need to find a mirror
Encourage the face to find the courage to take
Dream of tomorrow, believe it today, rise up inside
Broken dead dreams aside

Looking through the tangled mess around me, I cut through it all
Tearing and cutting and making my way
Around this world, as it spins, I lose my place
Reaching and climbing for ground, I start to fade
Slower and faster the world spins out of control
Everything is an illusion and time will tell
I feel oppressed and undervalued
Overworked and underestimated
Beaten by a system that never wanted me
Created by my own blood and waste
Determined to walk though it alone
I chase and dare and dream and dine
This world has become something unseen
Everything is mine
I dare it all to spite me

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

I Must Walk On

In the snow, I find peace
The white abyss is my salvation
Pieces of above falling to wash over us
Looking at my snowshoe – honeycomb pattern

I know I have to walk on
I have to walk through this

Trudging on
Enduring

My memories are found here
Under my feet, I can compress it
In the air, I can release it
Walking in silence is my peace

The fresh white around us
The fresh white above us
All falling down to become us

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

 

From a Picture

Happiness drips from my fingertips
Like ink from an endless well
Writing my life’s story in my mind
A constant internal dialogue flows

A picture of you reminds me
Life is about experience and smiles and laughter
You are a virus, a contagion of what’s missing from my life
Inside I feel your humble nature and generosity

It has all become a burden of want and need
Simultaneously collecting and pooling around me, flooding my emotions
Even though I’m drowning, I ask for more
Your being here is killing my ego and setting me free

I can become; and go beyond
Growing like ivy on brick, climbing towards the center of the sun
Ripping through my tired and warn flesh, ready to be once again, reborn
I am silhouetted against a warming light of fresh beginning

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

Buried at the Boardwalk

Buried and consumed
The pier carries secrets out to sea
The boardwalk creates a base
Out against the water we feel clean
The railing keep us upright

The face of a girl lost
Flyers posted everywhere
White paper flickering in the breeze
A blank, expressionless face
Lost on the boardwalk

Her parents cried for her
Until they found her body
She had been there the whole time
Deep down in a sandy grave
Her midnight black hair soaked with sand
Her beautiful green eyes now still
Lifeless she was laid to rest

The boards above her created a coffin
Rotting decaying wood with broken nails
She was washed and cleansed
Sally
How your father misses you
Toby still cries for you at night

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

 

 

To Mother

Everywhere I look, children play and smile
Mothers show patience
A great day for a book and picnic at the park
Mothers show and teach
Curves I’ve never know before become more evident
Another segment to life’s evolution as I want other things

From infant to baby
From baby to toddler
From toddler to child
From child to teen
From teen to adult
From adult to parent

I’m not who I once was
My eyes are clean as I can see
Mothers everywhere I look
Children play and smile
Maybe I am now ready

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

PLS

You are my hero
You are my obsession

Sometimes in my mind I pray to you
Not like God, but for you to inspire me
To know that you impact my life
I plan to write to you soon
A response would consume me
I don’t expect you to do anything

Just know that I think of you
I use you as my muse
Even if we never meet
Black and white images
Words and lyrics and music

You are my hero
You are my obsession

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

Change and Reason

Everything that was once fire turns to ash
Chemical and biological changes in structure
Moments in life constantly evolve, moving forward
Everything that once was, is gone, never to return again

Moments of fleeting life
Seconds of changed ambition
Bring about bright lights
You can’t justify what’s right

Our eyes focus on targets in the distance
Our bodies carry us along a predetermined path
We hold ropes with our fingers to find the way
Everything that was green, has faded away

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

A Camera, Buried

I opened my camera bag
It sad unopened for almost a year
I decided to change that
Looking to create visions of visuals again
In her kitchen, I asked her to pose
Sitting on a wooden stool painted blue
She faced the window to her backyard
The sun was falling across the trees
Leaves not yet born again this spring
I asked her to turn slowly
Over her shoulder her face emerged
Her eyelids facing the Earth
Slowly, they moved to the horizon
Then over at me
Sitting behind her
With my camera pressed to my eye
She looked at me through the lens
The mirror reflecting an image of her face
Her tree-trunk-colored hair
It hung just above her left eye
It was rolled across her forehead
Her lost, island blue sea eyes sparkled
The sun was fading fast
I caught the light just right
Beaming through the window
Over her shoulder as she sat
A wisp of her hair
Light bouncing off her cheek
Brightening the emotion in her eye

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

Church Pew Tears

In the pew in front of me
Stood a women in green
Her shoulders protruded
Her body appeared weak
She stood with a twisted spine
One let out in front, too long
I could feel the pain in her bones
Her eyes sunk in with red outlines
Reaching for one another’s hands
“God’s peace.”
Her boney fingers gripped mine
During the sermon, tears ran
She dabbed her face with a tissue
Her neck crooked, to see the pastor
I felt her wary soul seeking faith

© Dallas J. Moore 2015