sun glitter

there is god in the glitter that lays atop the pond

golden and radiant in the late hours of the afternoon

it feels like it's shining just for me, for these ripples harbor

little rainbows, piercing the breeze as i walk with you

there is god in the christmas lights strung up around town

especially when you have astigmatism, driving late at night

and they turn into stars, supernovas against the navy-black curtain of sky

your hands cold but your chest is warm, so warm

there is god in each and every vein, the intricate design

of the human body, perfected over generations

there is god in the firing of a neuron, in the conjuring of consciousness

from the same stuff that everything ever is made of

there is god in the fact that this world is inhabited by so many people

and i get to know you, i get to laugh with you and cry for you

and kiss and hug and touch and love you, you brilliant organism

you've loved me through so many iterations of myself

there is god in harmonic sound waves, frequencies

that agree with each other, and when the beat comes in

it feels so natural to move this body, this heavenly body,

it keeps revolving, and before you know it another year has gone by

there is god in the flowers that manage to claw their way back

from deep under the earth, dormant through frost and snow

the lillies of the valley with pure white flowers like church bells, ringing 

for the rebirth of it all – is three months so different than three days

in the span of almost four billion years?

ashitaka, as seen by san: poetry based on princess mononoke

ashitaka, as seen by san

they ride horses, yet you ride a stag –

this glittering, great, valiant thing;

while horribly behind they drag,

still waiting for the hills to sing.

the ground is laden with bitter ghosts

of souls both old and new,

for the gleaming rifles that they boast

leave you red, not black and blue.

when the forest comes alive,

will you draw your sword and fight?

or – god forbid – your fingers five

become possessed by the night?

that cursēd spirit clings to you,

like thorns sunk through your skin,

(i can’t tell if your intentions true

are to conquer flesh and win)

for i am neither wolf nor girl, 

rather something in between

and you have the only human soul

that i think i have seen

adventure time poetry 02

jake vs. me-mow, season 3, episode 6

how i long to be

a wildberry soldier

laying face up in the grass, 

upon piles of rotting meat

but i fear that there is

poison in my veins.

the tiny assassin runs wild

antidote in hand, 

still refusing to administer

until your hero heart

eviscerates the unwelcome

from gullet to gut

adventure time poetry 01

 holly jolly secrets: season 3, episodes 19 & 20

i fill my bathtub full of milk and pretend i’m a magic angel

because i fear that every day is the same

as i recall minutely passing though a man’s life,

a stranger in my own world

somewhere deep, locked away

but this secret code, this so-called 

“master plan” i have schemed 

is entirely a farce! i am truly just a sad old man.

nothing more and nothing less.

so i shall envelop others in my cold

in hopes that one day they just might understand 

things the way i see them.

the blizzard rages outside and in

while they peruse my deepest darkest secrets,

the sadness and madness within

i wage war against your warm home,

command the ice and snow.

some are frightened by me, but you?

you fear nothing.

and you certainly don’t fear me.

i am nothing more than a joke to you.

a punchline in your 'hero' life.

alas,