Monthly Archives: January 2014

fountain of you…

far deeper than any touch,
much more real,
than feel –

unlike whispers
fading into the air,
carried away too soon –
you are the – air!

all inclusive,
pervasive as nightfall –
you seep into every pore of my being,
filling every cavity of my soul!

i drink you in –
the thirst never satisfied,
and so i must return,
time and again,
to your most pensive fountain!

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miles from ordinary

words unsaid –
touch un-felt –

promises, not made –
unbroken…

just how deep is too deep –
how real,
too real?

what is the penalty for touch –
instead of feel?

deep the water from your shore –
dark reservoir of intrigue –
and that safe room – behind your eyes –
illusive as – seems…

i would give a thousand – knows,
a million – haves –
for just one moment of your time –
(to understand, not assume!)

dreams – i weave –
realities – i conceive –
engulfed within the enigma of you…

ethereal –
you are to me –
miles from ordinary!

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reflections: life before you

 
retrospect –
like chapters of a book –
already read –
scattered throughout,
blank pages…
 
no words,
no pictures,
no thoughts collecting –
memories.
 
where is it –
i have been?
what did i do,
or say –
who touched my life?
 
i find the time –
before you came –
unnecessary –
incomplete –
seemingly – non-existent,
as air you neither see –
nor feel.
as sound,
when non one’s listening!
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heretic

 
i no longer subscribe –
to your Dogma!
disengaged,
unencumbered.
(birds alone truly understand freedom).
 
and stepping –
now –
i am –
out of the darkness.
chains of disbelief cast aside,
to your (imposed) insecurity –
no longer captive!
(spiders understand control).
 
and just as futile 
as clinging to a web
in a hurricane,
your attempts to lure me back into your trap,
effortlessly carried away
by winds of –
(my)
unconcern!
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need to be

forever does not consume me –
that span of time i cannot comprehend.
i focus on the now,
this moment…

you invade my – now –
standing in the doorway,
allowing no escape…

and so inside this room of possibility i remain –
trapped –
yet unafraid…

you,
need to be in control –
i just need to be…

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indulgence

 
in reference to how –
i’m more involved with why –
outcomes are the end result,
the process of thoughts – much more intriguing!
 
what brings one to the place
where reason fails –
what overtakes the mind in such a way
that impulsivity commands all actions?
 
i think that i will never understand
the way the smallest breath can
create the strongest current;
my mind cannot fathom the space
between your accept – my intent –
my indulgence merely pushes you away…
 
(trapped i am – no less than a moth to the flame… )
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behind blue eyes

 

lips pursed tightly –

scream suppressed –

eyes masking the terror that hides within…

 

in this sad world –

silence becomes a much wanted,

much needed place –

(the voices never quiet)

but elusive;

the dissipating wisp of smothered flame,

phrases barely visible on foggy mirrored panes…

 

to find that place –

where dreams reside –

that Xanadu of peace –

to float like clouds upon a tranquil sky –

oh what release…

 

to find recompense –

from the madness –

(oh father where art thou?)

that would be the greatest gift –

more pure than gold –

to be held –

not just the one who holds!

 

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somebody

 

somebody seldom wonders
what nobody does –
sitting on his oh-so-high perch
a(thinking life revolves
around him)lone…
 
nobody wanders around
searching for someone,
any (as long as they have
emotion) one.
 
someday – somebody will
look around –
find – no(not even his
shadow)body –
 
without light – there can
be no shades of darkness,
no (moving) shadows –
 
and while somebody 
runs into the darkness –
looking for any(now some)body(body),
nobody will be in the light –
becoming the some(although second-rate)body
that existed within reach –
of any(now down on the ground)body…
 
all a(unnoticed)long!
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losing touch

 
indignant –
compassion starved from
insatiable insensitivity…
 
how can there be justification
for callous abandon?
 
all too often it seems we
close doors,
build walls,
create barricades –
manipulate emotions to protect our hearts from hurt,
yet find,
in the end,
our – selves – starving for a touch –
gentle caress…
 
friendship –
sweet reprieve for our emaciated souls –
never realized!
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