without regret…

there are times –
i wish i could be –
someone else,
anyone – other than – me.

perhaps Martin Luther King Jr. –
when dreaming of a utopia,
while everyone else was merely sleeping!
or Neil Armstrong –
stepping out boldly into the unknown,
selfless,
unaware,
yet – secure!

better yet – than these –
to have been Jesus Christ –
while hanging on the cross –
suffering,
bleeding,
dying…
to look Satan in the eye –
and smile –
unafraid!

to be that – confident –
that forgiving!

and now i (cannot) lay me down to sleep…

how do you –
un-feel,
un-remember,
un-know…

how do you –
un-live,
un-do,
un-care?

nothing that i’ve ever felt,
no sunrise seen;
dream imagined – true –
nothing that i’ve ever known
made in this world –
compares to you…

essential as air –
attached to my need as much as dawn –
to night –
the all of you is everything to me…

how can a soul –
un-need,
a touch once felt?
how does a heart –
un-break,
once broken?

agony in your absence –
lonely,
cold as midnight dark –
pieces scattered on the ground of –
used to be happy.
shattered dreams,
thin as angel’s hair –
carried away by winds of discontent…

alone in your room

i have to say i understand
the voice of silence.
like me –
it doesn’t need to scream
to acknowledge –
animosity…

it rather remain that whisper you thought you heard;
rustle of leaves in the (no) wind;
anxiety – animated by midnights darkness!

afraid – you wear,
much more secure than trust,
and that look of despair in your –
exit-door eyes;
oddly – justified!

always sad –
to watch the wreck of trains;
yet weak, are we.
unable to turn away from the tragedy;
paralyzed by our –
un(wanted)-interest.
content within our room of –
simply do not care (we care!)…

bottom of down

to be the somebody you want me to be,
i’d have to let go of the nobody i am…

to find my way up from the bottom of down,
requires more rope –
a stronger knot…

you –
my friend –
are not aware –
your disassociation creates grey –
space unfilled –
water much too deep to wade –
too wide to swim –
and your strong hands,
will not build a bridge…

all alone is too much sad –
the absence of touch,
a feeling i wish i never had…