I Take My Leave Of You

With this last bout I take my complete leave of the world, of the situation into the silence of ancient limbs.

My mind trails the happenings back to their origin point, but my body moves forward- deeper into the desire to find freedom inside the heart that doesn't cease.

Mistakes were made, rose beds trampled; 

Enraged like petals of red, a fervor of angst exploded on occasion coloring my world a different skin tone.

I seek solace, reprieve, rest. 

The skyline looks wilted, sparkling with artificiality from my vantage point atop a yellow colored balloon. 

Time to drop off.

Krishna Volk 2012

Bringing Chaos to Order

I contemplate my fate and see clouds encircle my feet.

Skipping stones on the oceans surface, 

I count the tattered reflections as they travel outwards to form pictures imperfect.

Answers don't come in the ink blots as they used to, 

but go as they always have from my grasp- an easy mistake.

Patience is a virtue best served in solitude-
watching a flower become a fruit from within earshot of hunger can drive a person happy with madness;
please satiate.

I prick my finger when my palm becomes hot with molten minerals,
with blood and passion I attempt to paint a rosy future without ripples, but the parchment turns wet.

Not a dry eye in the room,
a room in which my thoughts bounce off walls in crooked jackets attempting to straighten out.

Krishna Volk

Reflect Me Not

Your mirror,

does it need it's reflection?

Hasn't it been showing you yourself?

Encountering your own sheen's position,

your other facets lay hidden inside the instrument;

Servant of existence

an image reminiscent

of a lack of recognition

of your purpose.

©Krishna Volk