Let Them Soar in Dreams

Posted on August 26, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

Let them soar in dreams
them demons, them cold facts of sleep and
small spirits…let them soar
Holding them to the ground, to the fire inside
to keep them near is felt, is needed, is…
wrong somehow
They can’t stand the heat, the smell, the close naked interest
and will push and shove and try
to love you…but fail
Let them glide toward their own future, their own
willingness to taste, to try, to live
and they will…and you will
They are visages of what might could be, of what
of how, of where those pieces fell off…but
they can’t separate from you
You may try to both kill them and free them but you will always
be them and over and over you feel them
see them, numb them…hear them
Let them soar in dreams and your reality will
follow out the window, to the sky, to the
ends of the dream, the earth, the
ledge you stand on…because
holding them to the ground, to the fire inside
to keep them near is felt, is needed, is
wrong somehow

Let them soar and you shall fly with them
Let them mumble and whine and…fear…
and you will live
that too.

The Same

Posted on August 25, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

I thought I would wake up one day and the world
—this world—would be…different, the same, both kind of, but
it wasn’t…or was it? I can’t remember but I do know
deeply
like concrete, like
a splash of her tears on my
soul, my hands…it is not
the same.

I thought that I would recognize the turning of the world
slowing down, silent clouds drifting away, maybe
sunlight brighter, warmer, more
involved in holding me up and
deeply, within me
it has… it is not
the same

I thought that I would think something else, tried to, stretched
my thoughts out with fingertips, reaching, looking
for an edge…a strand, a little piece of
her…saw who I was as something morose
diffident yet outwardly
happy… it is not
the same.

I thought that I had all the answers ever needed and I would
find the missing, would search, create, decide and debate
but couldn’t see my wrongness while standing
in the shadow of being right…
her sunlight evaporated the greyness
blurriness… it is not
the same

I thought, and
it wasn’t what I should
have done.
I live…and she
convinces me
that
it will always
be
the same.

Two Years Old

Posted on August 24, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

The singular mind living in
this time
this
moment…striving
to let go, to
just
be.
Allowing the world, this
life, this…
age roll over and
around
us.
The yogis with
enlightened
wizened
knowing smiles, say;
let go
just be
exposed to
yourself.
Be two years old
completely open, relaxed
undone by life
by time.
To live
in this
moment, this
instant is…
to be two years old.
Careening off
furniture, off
edges of knowing, off
ideas
of who we are.
In this
moment, the eventuality of now
will never
be shaped by
the inevitability
of
tomorrow.
Two years old; we
knew.

Look Closer

Posted on August 19, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

I have a secret to
share
funny I think…to ‘share’ a
secret, but
I digress
The secret is well
guarded
hidden
veiled and
away…but
it’s on TV too and not bleary eyed 4 AM TV
either
On regular automobile and children’s cereal, erectile
dysfunction, vaginal itch, airline and
toothpaste commercial TV
The secret, get
ready
this is big
big
BIG
really, no I’m not kidding…
Actually
yes I
am.
The secret is little, tiny, small and
insignificant
almost
The secret is…
the details.
There, you know, you know
the secret.
Be happy.
The secret is that everything…
everything…in the
universe
life
this room
your head
everything is
different
when you look at the details
look closer
see
it for what it really is.
There is
no
perfect…just look
closer
at the
details.

Beyond the Few

Posted on August 18, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

I felt the rain today, felt the weight of the sky, felt
the summer slide by, felt it’s
dreams evaporate, heard
them sigh…

goodbye

Beyond the few; beholden to the all
I run away but heed the call

Watched the sun as well today, after the rain, into
the steam, after the moment had
passed, when it
all became…

the same

Beyond the few; left to the end
Awaiting my last and only friend

Heard the wind today, deep in my ears, slide
past fears, handled as
well as expected, when it
turned to tears

years

Beyond the few; beholden to the all
I run away but heed the call

Today I smelled the ground, steaming, rising
waves of heat on tarmac riding
currents of breathy wind
shifting and sighing

crying

Beyond the few; left to the end
Awaiting my last and only friend

All today my senses rose in concert, waited
talking, roaming…always fated,
as the day unfolded and
I lived a life created

traded

Beyond the few; beholden to the all
I run away but heed the call
Beyond the few; left to the end
Awaiting my last and only friend

Today’s Offer

Posted on August 18, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

Believe that you can
be loved
can be
open with sunlight with
sky with
eyes watching
life roll slowly
by
Believe that you
are exactly
who
where
what
and watch that
too, watch life embrace
you, accept
you…
When the clock ticks
again
again
again, and
time tells you secrets
when time
pushes you forward
toward…an
understanding
of yourself…
the future.
Be there completely,
always
only…and open your
eyes to
what today is
offering.

Alive

Posted on August 13, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

I feel the ends of my fingers, the
skin wrapped tightly
prints stretched
across, ten small round
drums.

Feel small hairs across arms
laying simply, softly
on white linen, on
the edge of
tomorrow.

Watch slow sunlight filter
past pendulum curtains, flowing with
breeze, with
a sense of yesterday.

Feel the cool presence of
today’s shadow…fall
on sheets, on time, on
what else I have.

Hear the low pressure of my
heartbeat in ears
muffled by
pillow, arguing with
a ticking clock.

Have thoughts of madness, of
sorrow, of
happiness and joy and
think that it is
all and
I am
alive.

The Same Package

Posted on July 26, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

Danger and
safety in a…
person;
long time
enemies
No tranquility
peace
happiness allowed
conceptual, internal, imagined violence
erupts
gears of war…danger and
safety
headlong spiral down
toward anarchy
toward something
uneven
unstable
but
but…
seductive, meaningful, sexual, maddening, scary…
capturing our
attention
eyes
hearts…danger
and
safety
in
the same package-person-soul
coerces and
convinces
leaves a stain
a residue of deep desire
on
once lost
emotions.
A mark that we
you, me, they
cannot
turn away
from.

Looking Under Leaves

Posted on July 21, 2009 by trevorwilliamson

Have you stood
in an Aspen grove
small rain
falling
gentle wind
playing with strands of…
hair, with…
clouds scudding across
grey
horizons, with
hands in
pockets, in
place…standing,
watching.
I’m like that, I think
a wind shifting
leaves
flipping them
over
green
silver
green
silver
based on speed, direction
frequency
I am happy to be
here
there.
I am
happy to experience
now and
think
that tomorrow
is a different
now but the
same
as today.
Looking under leaves
I see
the other side…but
the same
leaf.