unable to feel – fulfilled.

unable to – feel…

precariously balanced between what – is,

and what could be.

clinging to the threads of hope,

praying for – recompense!

where did it go – my reason?

i held it – oh so tight –

but my footing failed,

and i slid much too quickly,

into unsure – vast sea,

unmeasured depth,

of doubt…

how rudiment –

the concept –

what is – is,

yet what can be – most often,

is not…

my prayer – today;

if i’m asleep,

this life – a dream –

please wake me!

for there are things more frightening

than tigers,

and bears…

oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –

water-color compassion,

left ,

so conveniently,

out in the rain…

God.

some would say – all knowing one.

others,

perhaps – omnipotent.

at some point, spoken of –

in close companionship with dear,

and oh my,

and almighty.

or maybe referred to – Argus.

whatever your concept of creation –

regardless your attraction to any particular dogmas –

your conviction dictates my perception.

i suppose i could be persuaded to believe.

however,

my belief would not be tied to hypothesis –

co-dependent with proof.

(faith)

and so,

the opportunity –

as presented at this juncture –

lies in your ability to convince –

remove doubt from the sanctuary –

of –

my believe…

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!

this piece for you – the abandoned one.

solitary confinement, it seems, in a world of (not always) smiling faces. for the you that wishes to be he, or she, or really any of the they. for just one minute of any given day, to understand feel – as much as the absence of touch.

this piece for you – owner of less than (it seems) enough.

shepherd without cause –

gate-keeper to an empty lot.

how often, in life, do we pass each other on the street –

share paths –

travel in the same direction –

yet unaware the other exists?

today i saw a homeless man and after the initial wave of sadness left, i found myself wondering if just maybe it was his choice? while hard to imagine life devoid of the accoutrements we deem mandatory for contentment, maybe it was his way of avoiding the pain of indifference.

just maybe he chose to be lost –

less painful,

than merely being – forgotten…

un-created.

un-done.

unknown you.

unknown –

me.

separated long before our is – became was…

how different our –

each –

would be,

if allowed to roam

free – from tethers set in doubt.

unrestrained –

un-caged –

un-emcumbered.

carried along lost as dandelion seeds,

by the wind of what could be…

to venture out past the breakers –

find that water – calm.

float with the tide toward dawn…

to feel the wind against my back.

let the current carry me away.

to greet the sunrise –

face to face.

no fear of retribution –

no remorse for nights demise…

to reach right out –

when one with the horizon –

touch the very face –

of God…

(in dreams i find the paradise

my waking mind can’t see.

my open eyes too used to darkness –

my heart too broken – to believe.)