to just for once –
be that which is – necessary;
no longer-
required.
to understand the difference…
you speak to me –
indiscriminately.
unobliging as moon,
to midnight!
pompous –
you are.
supreme to my inadequacy;
omnipotent as sun,
in a sky devoid of clouds…
and even as i try to – not believe,
your matter of fact impales my –
un-faith.
leaves me,
clinging to your strong –
devours my –
weak!
and i –
your heroin have become.
accouterments of discontent –
the pain you feel – no one –
can understand…
emphatic –
to the definition of all alone –
you cling with defiance to your pain,
darkness – attached to night…
i wonder –
in your room of disallowed,
do shadows fall?
or is – perhaps – the sorrow so profound
no light dare enter in?
no setting sun.
no rising moon.
no longer stars in your midnight sky –
merely holes,
allowing darkness in…
agenda’s.
life contained in boxes of obligation.
regimented interaction.
and if –
by chance –
a tear appears in the fabric of allowed –
all accommodation cast aside.
what is it –
that you do –
elevates your who to platforms of suppose?
were we not formed as equal parts from the same mind that imagined all creation?
what you hold in your heart will just as freely fit in mine.
however –
words of contempt you allow freedom to escape –
like whispers that crash impetuously upon the shore of my content…
audacious –
your you.
self-contained within walls of presume.
all the while –
held prisoner behind eyes that appear to look,
but sadly –
cannot see…
unable –
sad word –
thrown carelessly into the wind…
inability –
chosen –
not a consequence,
rather,
a decision…
you take from me all that you need –
leave hulls of hope scattered on the floor –
and i am just too weak from wanting more
to sweep,
or even care!
outstretched –
without restriction –
a hand.
offered –
free –
unqualified –
open arms of compassion.
simple things all too often taken for granted.
confined to rooms of routine,
we lose the passion for living –
commit ourselves to merely,
life.
for some of us,
the process suffocating.
disallowed to authenticate our disillusion,
we pursue alternative methods of engagement.
once unrestrained,
the freedom from mundane becomes our drug of choice.
and you.
standing defiant in your Chasuble of condemnation –
conspire to chastise –
categorize our behavior within paradigms of dissension.
i suppose,
if measured by standards of secular jurisprudence,
our mercurial behavior could be considered deviant –
perhaps radical.
however,
if allowed,
prayer for judgment?
how can you stand in posture of authority over courts of supposition?
surely you do not feel justified to gather stones!
how can you entertain acts of accommodation with conviction –
pass sentence for crimes you merely postulate as accused –
ill-informed,
bearing witness to effect,
yet no affiliation with the cause…
standing too close to the edge 