upon cutting the strings….

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…)

sing a song of six pence –
pocket full of –
why?
nursery rhymes – forgotten –
(innocence and nonchalance went missing).

on the under – side of hope;
beneath the spangled starry sky,
on the ledge –
precariously balanced –
anxious,
animated…
(marionettes dance –
unaware of the importance of – strings -).

tied to you –
i am!
to life and death and why and why not…

alabaster dedications –
engraved with –
when and why and what for.
the soul –
however –
un-contained within the stone…
(birds alone know heaven).

unable to lift the down –
struggling against the waves of doubt –
afraid to drown,
i avoid deep water,
wade instead in shallows –
seeking desperately some unseen shore…

fearful of losing footing –
stepping off the ledge
into a deeper pool of nothing.

what is it about you –
frightens me so?
your eyes –
liquid pools of hello –
invite me in –
outstretched hands offer close –
but all i do is pull away…

afraid today to take the plunge,
i struggle to stay afloat –
set adrift on stormy seas –
no calm of hope –
no rope of trust to moor this sinking ship –
tossed aside by
waves of discontent!