Left Behind

I left my other half
Behind in a
Dream and
Marched on like
A de-horned rhino.
But somewhere
Along the way I
Forgot which part
I left behind,
The new shiny one?
Or the broken one?


The Silenced Mind

So fast, something
Safe can become
A prison.
Walls being too familiar,
Keeping out the world
While tenderly preserving
A monastic sanctity.
When did it all
Become such a threat?
Peace being lost
In the claiming of
So wounded
We wait
We tremble
While wars are being
Inside the caves
Of the silenced Mind.