dragonboy56's writings

her brilliant eyes
are reminders.

his open arms
are reminders.

their expanding and opening hearts,
reminders.

post it notes for remembering
a time
when you
existed
without the narrow confines
of a tormenting mind.
a time
when you were you.
a you, who, though confused
knew, the truth of your own heart.
a you who knew when eyes were lying,
a you whos body exuded the wonder of life itself,

all road signs begin to lead me in the wrong direction
where are you?
my brothers and sisters?
"Shut up Hippie!" they scream and laugh
but what does that mean
what does that truly mean?
where are you?
family
I am the light muse,
the fog horn
beckoning thee.
and the reflecting agents came
crawling through the walls,
silently
up through the cracks in the floor boards
through the pores in every surface