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Mornings are, for me, a slog through lethargy:

A hungover fog of lassitude converges on, and covers, me.

The night, supposed to wash fatigue away, brings me full circle, right where I was before:

Wanting more of that fleeting thing called “sleep.” Yet slowly I creep through the morning’s activities, all while shimmering light harasses

My sleep-starved eyes.

Mornings are, for me, like moving through molasses.

There’s a familiar quality
To all the world I see around me

I’ve been her before

It’s a staggering sameness, a routine:

Lather, rinse, repeat

I get up, I lay down, up, down, left, right, work, eat, sleep…

Ad infinitum

Isn’t there more?

What am I here for?

I am not better than this (this is life)

God help me survey all that I see
Through the lens of eternity

I give You the helm of quotidian realms… Help me see the holy in mundanity

Take my deja vus and make them new:

Elevate my reality.

I give my staggering sameness to You

Newly Shorn

randomlychad  —  April 2, 2013 — 2 Comments

Down deep the rabbit hole
Our love has gone
Chasing fleeting things
On airy wings
Oh what went wrong?

Deep is our delving
Beneath soaring mountains high
Weight’s constricting, no room to sigh
Pressure’s building
We’re buried alive

Your love’s a war hammer
My heart like fine glass
Fly shards like gossamer
I’m shattered, my lass

Broken heart somehow yet beating?
For instead of retreating
In that needy beast newly shorn
A life is quickened, transformed

And love is reborn.

Not So Different

randomlychad  —  January 22, 2013 — Leave a comment

The way you look at me
With those eyes
I can’t stand it

You think you look through me,
But look closer:
See the heart in me

It’s not so different
From the one in you

Not so very different at all.


randomlychad  —  June 13, 2012 — 2 Comments



Hills hovering —


Above me:


Psychic shops

Chapel of the Holy Cross

Tea leaves





Spendy shops

Tourist trap:


Cultures shock




In you: