unfinished puzzles of bleeding hearts

it is of utter necessity that my first post be poetry. i want to set the tone of this blog with that lost literary art of satiated longing. and for those of you that can't handle that, don't worry. the light and personal stufff will be forthcoming.


The way is protruding,
But clarity eludes your grasp.
The scholar stopped equating,
As the rush of night came fast.

From within or without doth brightness come?
The sun, the moon, the stars: undone.
The heart and the mind become
One, without a negligent ton.

Wanting, needing,
Gnawing, cheating,
Yearning, learning,
Burning, churning.

You had it, you lost it.
You knew it, you tossed it.
You feigned it, you bought it.
You crave it, now take it.

An unfinished puzzle demands effort.
The undone cannot be criticized,
Bring me your best comfort
And the holes become publicized.