Monthly Archives: August 2019

on passing through rooms of displeasure…

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…
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the palpability of is

circles –
we travel.
always leading back to the comfort of familiar places –
big fish –
oh so little ponds.
 
until that day when the levee breaks –
releases us from streams of complacency.
only then can we fully understand the small of where we’ve been –
comprehend the big of can,
the palpability of is –
and apropos of conceptually un-imagined intimacy –
the acquisition of sanctification more profound than any presumed salvation.
 
piously devout,
we stand upon our thrones of discern –
arrogantly contest status of faith –
embellish feelings of consternation –
lost,
or saved?
 
how sad –
to join in lamentation of morality’s demise,
all the while,
hiding stones of misconceived perception inconspicuously behind our backs…
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sometimes the understanding

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!
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  to kneel

 

standing there – lost.

perhaps, more aptly described – not found. how can it be in this vast plain of we, one solitary me remains unattached – disconnected?

today i listened to conversation – dissatisfaction over lack-of – frustration with not-enough.

today i listened to voices spewing rhetoric of anguish – less-than desired.

today i listened to passion -all but wasted disappointment – accoutrements disallowed.

today –

i listened.

 

 

more importantly –

today,

i did not hear; whispers of gratitude. and in the silent pauses between the screams of discontent – no sigh of satisfaction over – living!

how can it be we cling with diligence to inheritance of desire,

yet with the same strong hands,

allow disconnect to obligation.

and in this moment when chaos takes center stage in the tragedy of our lives,

we contemplate with heated delegation infractions to rules of solidarity.

 

 

insignificant – your decision to kneel – supposition to anthem of suffrage,

more apropos;

position of defiance.

when so much more profound – statement of intention by faith –

standing side by side

silent –  but heard –

the still small voice of conviction –

reverence not implied,

intangible –

yet seen.

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