Fight

Do I 
don’t I
I’m scales
of justice
weighing hope
on one
tray expectancy
on the
other disappointment
and each
suitor steps
forward for
his weigh-in
it’s gotta
be a
fair fight
after all

Gates

I don’t think 
that the Universe
always opens windows
after closing doors
what I think
that it does
is unlock the
gateways that we
have to find
it’s still up
to us as
to whether or
not we do

Crystal

You can’t 
poke holes
into water
any more
than you
can poke
holes into
my peace
while what
you used
will shine
it will
slowly dull
but I
will continue
to glisten
like crystal

Abound

Knowing that there’s
nothing to do
this quiet pause
brings its relief
in a boat
having rowed out
into the channel
ripples in wake
calm in front
and peace abound

Hollows

Many seek
few find
the emptiness
they often
view hollows
in wood
or forest
as places
where the
monsters hide
but noise
and distractions
and chaos
are the
real lairs
and dens
of demons