somebody

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!

silence, before the phrase [Proverbs 17:28]

and then sometimes, it’s the simplicity of the lyric –

unobtrusive cadence –

silence –

before the phrase…

 

i tend to look for that same – (in)equality in life.

so many times we over-quantify our justification.

presume preeminent jurisprudence when in fact,

we own less than assumed autonomy over our purpose.

how ostentatious –

contrived –

hypocritically pronounced!

 

surely, you do not imagine yourself – higher than –

greater – than –

(self-proclaimed -) elitist – do you?

 

temporal –

with such sinful disregard,

you flaunt your affected – morality…

flagrantly inept,

you deconstruct the foundation of believability –

simply by assuming yourself – the axis!

 

spoiler alert –

this world does not –

even remotely –

revolve –

around – you!

 

(you surmise my silence implies ignorance,

yet you speak, and remove all doubt…)

too soon away

take this moment,
for what it’s worth –
merely a drop of water
in a vast ocean of time…
 
and even now –
as we ponder our existence,
the moment is gone…
 
a hurried good-bye –
a hand outstretched,
not taken –
insignificant?
 
while we consume ourselves
with – what if –
what is – fades away!

behind the looking glass

and in the space –
behind the mirror –
your – unafraid –
encouraged my – inability.
as years of hiding in the dark
left me,
weak,
incapable…
 
how arduous,
this task.
reflecting;
not fondly on the journey.
rather,
as the surface of a most placid sea –
showing merely the reflection
of what
you expect to see…

gregarious – assiduous – raisonde’tre; You…

incidentally –
you,
reconstruct the broken –
remand the lies, to truth…
 
effortless as –
breath,
yet more required!
 
tangible –
yet restrained.
unassumingly – understanding…
 
how is it –
there can be – debate,
supposition,
disbelief,
in the plausibility of my need,
for your existence?
 
unobtrusive as dawn,
you force the darkness into light.
eliminate – might.
replace – could-be – with is!
 
captive,
am i –
paralyzed by your compassion.
in awe –
of your most enigmatic –
consideration!

a box of after-while

…today –
you passed me on the street.
for a moment our eyes met.
i formed a smile, greeted you.
you turned your head and walked away.
 
as i continued along my journey,
i debated with myself – what did i do?
what impression did i give that warranted indifference?
confused.
uncertain.
i placed the moment in my box of “after-while” –
consideration for another day.
 
today i messaged you.
excited to share a “guess-what?”.
busy,
you promised conversation some other time –
another day.
perhaps i read more into your dismissal than i should.
just maybe,
i held on too long to my expectation of your when –
misconstrued your (un)intention.
 
today –
i waited for you.
anticipated the familiar comfort of your voice.
impatiently counted the minutes until your arrival.
rehearsed with eager enthusiasm my words expressing joy at your return.
but today,
you did not –
return.
 
and standing here,
commiserating with just myself,
i understood the sadness of alone –
the deafening roar of silence –
the numbing pain –
of your most callous – inconsideration…

and standing there…

and standing there –
on that great shore –
i watched you wave goodbye…
 
no words.
no sound dare interrupt
the reverence of that moment.
earth – touched sky.
winds ceased.
all creation – still…
 
i imagine that you thought
of summer,
when still a child.
the innocence of life before the knowing.
and possibly,
fond memories shared with family,
with friends.
 
and standing there –
on that great shore-
i saw your bright eyes shining.
effervescence – in your smile.
no sorrow – no fear –
no wonder,
in your going –
 
away…
 
and standing there –
on that great shore –
as oh so gentle – the sun kissed the sea,
you were gone.
knowing that today,
i cannot follow –
i wrap your memory in my heart.
hold tightly to my thoughts.
until again –
on that great shore –
you wave once more,
and i too – travel home…

choices

what do i do
with all these thoughts of you,
trapped in my head –
like a fly in the spider’s web…
 
like the moth drawn to the flame,
i push against the pull –
but the effort –
all in vain…
 
submersed in thoughts of you,
i waste away –
no struggle against the drowning –
will,
washed away.
 
no need to throw a rope of hope –
i chose to lose my way..

unobliged

to make it stop.
the endless sound of waves upon the shore.
the hissing of the setting sun –
sliding without reluctance into the sea.
the wailing of the dying –
day –
sad victim to the night.
 
to simply make it –
stop.
 
in the sweet escape of that moment –
removed from the evidence of sound –
no contemplation of why,
or what,
or even reference to suppose.
in that sacred situation of nothing –
to merely – be.
 
how seductive – thoughts of unbecoming.
to exit – quiet – from the courtroom of disallowed.
free at last from chains of should.
unbound – no longer – by petitions of presume.
pardoned from occurrence of something –
unobliged –
obligated to –
nothing…

thread of life

 

inside my head,

the thoughts of you –

collect like raindrops in a sieve…

 

i cannot hold them,

so they fall in puddles

on the floor…

 

saturated with these feelings,

i fear the levy soon will break,

and i’ll pour out upon myself.

 

if so released –

where will i run?

all i’ve ever known of life

is how to be restrained.

 

you de-construct all my defenses,

thaw this soul –

frozen from a lack of touch,

a life of discontent.

 

i wonder,

with those liquid pools of comfort,

how it is –

you cannot see –

the magnitude of what you mean to me…

 

strong,

secure –

you are the very thread

of the fabric of my sanity!