to understand the rain

     
and,
once upon a time –
this will become…
 
time marches on,
(drums understand intensity)
regardless!
and no matter how hard
you kick –
and scream –
you will find yourself closer to the end,
than,
the beginning…
 
subtle –
don’t you think –
comprehension?
(everything happens for a reason).
I mean –
how can you explain – knowing?
no –
prelude,
no –
forewarning…
 
what purpose –
time spent –
in vain?
you speak of absolution –
but I just can’t imagine away the pain
(sin)…
watercolor blue –
(understands)

 

 the rain!

down by the river

 

 

 

words you say

 

mean nothing,

 

(lip service), and even your eyes –

 

lie.

 

down by the river –

 

where you and I went walking –

 

(shallow water),

 

reflecting your (nothing) face –

 

(facade),

 

showing your feelings (less than darkness);

 

nothing is deeper than dark…

 

 

 

as much as – try,

 

to – care.

 

much more than do,

 

to – feel.

 

inability to respond is more victorious than nonchalance…

 

 

 

restricted?

 

bound by chains – unseen?

 

your lack of – want,

 

more painful than all the knives placed (emotionless) –

 

in my back!

 

your eyes

 
i imagine –
days with you –
strolling through open doors,
passing through endless rooms of
contentment.
 
feeling close –
without the need to touch, we’d share that
which cannot be said.
 
instead of going past the
need –
by-passing the greed of
have-to-have –
lingering –
instead – on the very ledge
of -just enough…
 
your eyes hold secrets –
places i have never been –
realms of unclaimed pleasure –
i would die to comprehend!

deconstruction

 

you speak to me –

only with your eyes –

simple glance my way,

sensational as the shiver that a whisper brings…

 

so gracefully,

into my thoughts,

you settle in –

wrap the everything you are

around the all of what I am;

(only skin can understand close).

 

and while I may be nestled in

my barricade of –

survival,

you oh so effortlessly –

(leaves understand inability)

pull apart my walls of self-defense –

deconstruct my self-destruction…

 

compelling –

you are –

enticing me to fly on wings of possibility –

but I sit idle –

unable to escape from my cocoon –

(what is more splendid than butterfly wings?)

and watch,

what could be,

walk emphatically away!

after thought

“this piece speaks to my admiration for a man that surpassed all expectation. Godspeed on your journey Nelson Mandela!”
 
 
shackled by the awesomeness of you –
i stand in shadow –
waiting for the lightening crash,
the thunder roll,
the storm – inevitable – to pass…
 
there is no – just because –
with you,
no almost –
no doubt!
you oh so effortlessly over-fill the cup,
sweep the refuse from the waste
of – nearly –
aside,
walk right up to indecision –
unafraid –
un-denied!
 
if i could have one wish –
one dream come true –
to be as much as even half of you –
to run through fields of confidence,
toss chaos to the wind,
open – with purpose –
the pages of my life –
release the doubt,
the fear of – not enough!
 
for just one day –
to be the – axis,
not merely the passenger –
the reason,
no longer just the after thought…
 

assault-at-arms

 
insinuations –
allegations –
demure unable to find –
a disguise…
 
i think i saw you –
standing in the shadows 
(you say coy,
i scream – callous!).
 
i think that i could live one hundred years
and never understand, 
from whose authority,
your condemnation?
(justification for hate?)
 
your eyes,
like your mind,
closed tight –
(and try as i might)
your fear will not allow me in-
my good intentions,
useless as the pain your conscience cannot feel!

 

un-done

 
feelings placed on hold –
access –
denied.
what do you do when
doors are closed –
no goodbyes?
 
longing eats a hole
in sanities – reality –
words cannot be – unsaid,
feelings – un-felt…
 
regret –
an evil unparalleled –
compounded by cruel rejection…
 
the tender heart lies broken,
compassion lost –
abandon feels like midnight dark,
dying all alone…

 

to the world

 
ice is forming –
on the windows –
now.
i hear the whistle of the wind –
its song,
so sad!
 
everywhere –
in cold secluded –
silence.
every-thing – captured
within grey!
 
no longer do the birds
in joyful chorus-
sing happily their songs.
their words lie frozen –
broken as the surface of the sky.
 
i touch the glass –
to wipe the discontent away –
to see if i may find you there –
peering in –
desperation eyes –
searching –
longing!
 
but i find only lonely shades of winter –
placid as the frozen sea –
          of your indifference!