the place we sometimes journey to –
is much too dark to stay,
too far away for words,
more deep than sound –
profound as black on white,
or even still,
the very absence of light…

attempting once again to feel,
we dive head first into the –
nothing,
to somehow feel the splash –
of something…

as delicate as if,
more frail than why –
the sanity we seek to find,
evasive –
hides behind the clouds,
that clutter the skyline of our mind!

in a room filled with nonsense,
on a day filled with lies,
revelations (not) said –
come really as no surprise…

ever so quickly –
full moon behind cloud –
upside-down righted-smiles?
or merely reflections of frowns.

and if the edge of betrayal
was not sharp enough,
the absence of your consideration,
(mellifluous sangria – sweet sum of all non-concern)
secures tightly the noose…

i truly cannot understand
the method,
behind your madness.
your words,
like seeds from dandelions,
take my breath –
then blow callously away!

beneath it all –
even below the ever growing pile of discontent…
layered,
every so patiently –
my – defense –
(scar-tissue effect).

time passes;
and just as quickly as a borrowed breath – returned,
this now,
becomes our was…

what of it,
then?
false hope clinging in vain to should?

if we are less than everything allowed,
why – be – at all?
oh! i suppose there could be desire to rise above,
but even birds with broken wings
soon forget how it feels to fly…

once upon a –
not so long ago;
before the now,
was then.
soon after that first,
hello…
(Eden –
well,
at least some acceptable facsimile),
there was a you,
i knew –
and a me you,
although – reluctantly –
allowed –
admittance…

why is it –
in the light –
all demons – disappear?
aren’t they –
by nature –
invincible?

if can’t is not allowed to become is,
what then?
this timid soul does not posses the strength to slay
even the most subtle dragon,
and nowhere in the manual of supposition
is there an option –
to just – be!

indignant –
of you to assume!
your judgement falls like hail upon the road –
undisclosed to one –
further along the journey!

from chaos –
there comes a crown,
or so it may appear.
be careful –
all that glitters,
(well, you know)…

impromptu –
as it all may seem –
this course was –
pre-determined;
agenda’s,
hidden –
motive – un-disclosed…

and while the self-proclaimed queen ascends the throne,
those hiding in the shadows,
clinch tight their stones,
(solidarity – buried in an unmarked grave).

pompous –
precariously perched high upon – presume;
you think your – self – a god?

how sad,
but oh so satisfying!
your unsure steps,
leading you further along,
into the nothing…