and then some days we wish for the option of a safe place –

shallow water –

night light in a room of total darkness.

how easily the situations change.

seamless as twilight to night.

what benefit – assumptions of consideration?

regardless the perseverance of our suppose –

when safety nets of will-become,

come undone,

where do we place our hope?

what destination do we plot –

safe harbor from our fear?

regardless our allegiance to commandments of believe,

when tapestry’s of faith hang tattered –

torn by the relentless winds of deceive,

there is no comfort –

no reprieve.

sadness settles like fog upon the water.

and far from shore –

we drift – lonely,

lost on seas of discontent.

prelude to memories of could have been.

our stories –

unnecessary –

written for no one –

inconveniently –

unread…

words unsaid –
touch un-felt –
promises, not made –
unbroken…

just how deep is too deep –
how real?
too real?
what is the penalty for touch –
instead of feel?

deep the water from your shore –
dark reservoir of intrigue –
and that safe room – behind your eyes –
illusive as – seems…

i would give a thousand – knows,
a million – haves –
for just one moment of your time –
(to understand, not assume)

dreams – i weave –
realities – i conceive –
engulfed within the enigma of you…

ethereal –
you are to me –
miles from ordinary!

“we sit in empty rooms –

consumed with the next thought,

surreptitiously interjected into our uneventful lives.

searching for value and justification, 

we scan through the abyss of suppose,

anticipating relevance – 

some semblance of self-value.

and when we find nothing notable, 

we resort back to our misery – 

wrap ourselves up in the familiarity of alone.”

words.

powerful.

capable of building up –

and tearing down.

responsible for fluctuation in attitude,

rise and fall of the tide –

emotion.

spoken in haste,

can deconstruct villages of trust years in the making.

spoken without consideration;

affections greatest liability…

all too often we choose retaliation over arbitration.

fully aware –

feelings worn deliberately on sleeves,

encounter more option of denigration.

and  yet somehow,

with cracks clearly visible in our glass walls,

we choose to deny ownership of the rocks…

check your pockets.

i personally found several in mine…

have faith –

we say –

actually insist.

throw suppositions of know into arenas of disallowed.

our words –

intended bandage for wounds suffered without reproach,

from hands presented as gesture of Christian accommodation.

and while we stand safe –

conveniently clear of any ricochet of insinuation –

the animosity we preach to disallow collects in puddles –

swallows our hope –

quick as ripples of faith on a placid sea of indifference.

what then?

when winds of chaos blow and there is no refuge from the storm?

while liturgies can be heard above the roar of the waves –

still we shiver in the cold –

clinging to the rope of inability –

drifting without option of release in our ocean of discontent.

while there –

just beyond the breakers –

calm wave-less sea.

peace we can only imagine –

as we’re dashed without mercy on the shore of doubt –

broken like shells –

empty of all but echoes of prayers –

unanswered –

inconspicuously –

unheard…

i read –

and was forever changed.

isn’t that the beauty of this experience called life?

the ownership of interpretation.

to understand that which moves me,

may cause no similar response in you.

each time i enter this room of share,

i say a prayer before touching the keys.

to imply the words are mine would be considered the most elevated evidence of tyranny.

most often,

i rather hold close the thoughts –

contain them within the rooms of my displeasure.

however, the holder of the latch will not comply –

and all at once –

escape…

and so it goes.

these words i borrow;

thoughts entertained on visits from countries i have yet to travel –

journeys un-begun.

tonight i stand upon the balcony of suppose –

gaze longingly upon the setting sun –

surrender without reluctance my care.

what if i wake tomorrow?

what matter will it make –

these thoughts?

perhaps upon passing,

you will linger.

just long enough to take breath.

and as quickly as your exhale,

the moment gone.

apropos of disengage,

your read,

will fall along the side –

random highway –

unnamed –

so all-too-soon,

forgotten…

today i placed you
in my box of death –
closed the lid –
allowed your darkness,
absence – from my light…

bundled up,
with ribbons of regret,
i laid your sorrow by the door –
safe outside the fortress of my heart.

silent –
contained inside my chamber of refrain –
i watched the raindrops attach themselves to windows – closed,
clinging with cold deliberation to the glass…

today i placed your memory
where the shadows grow –
waited without sound –
allowed the silence audience in the arena of despair.

today –
i lingered for a moment more
upon the shore of your demise.
said my farewells –
loosened chains of regret,
and in that instant of your escape,
this captive heart,
realized,
for the first time,
how it felt to be finally set free…

complacent.

prescriptions of accommodation ordained –

bandages for wounds implied.

what purpose –

option of know?

surely to oppose self-serving agendas would result in crime of discrimination.

how dare we –

impose even supposition of penance for acts of pre-meditated desecration !

after all –

behavior cannot be judged.

surely you misread the manifest of acceptance.

the only sin,

your treason to my disbelieve…