Monthly Archives: April 2020

more than much

into this world we’re born –
craving affection –
warm caress,
open arms,
love…
 
and as we walk along life’s journey
we search for that – connection –
eyes that meet,
glance shared,
confirmation of mutual admiration…
 
yet –
it seems –
that if that touch,
that – embrace –
falls outside the paradigms of social acceptance –
we push away,
close doors,
retreat…
 
why is it –
my friend –
my feelings invade your – right?
my need exceeds your – allowed?
 
i have only everything to give to you –
sunlight on a cloudy day –
care more than all of life’s unconcern –
and love –
pure as fire,
real as touch –
 
i only want to be that which you need –
all of want –
more than much!
Leave a comment

so soon forgotten

misled –
sometimes –
by the cover.
 
assumption –
until the book is read.
 
when taken out of context,
terms of endearment can be misconstrued –
labeled incredulous facsimiles of compassion.
or even more absurd –
perversion of benevolence –
disfigured presentation of affection.
 
by what authority are robes of discernment worn?
if judgment were allowed simply stated,
what integrity would there be in contradiction?
opinion would linger no longer than ripples from stones thrown in the water.
so soon –
the rock forgotten –
just as quickly as even memory of the splash…
Leave a comment

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!
Leave a comment

to become

what if –
the bridge between
is,
and possibilities…
 
to linger in the now –
face down,
drowning in regret –
requires too much of not enough.
 
i choose face up –
forward motion.
 
captivated by might,
fueled by could –
my journey started yesterday,
with just one step
past accept!
Leave a comment

on parchments of presume

then.
now.
segregation of time –
collectively contained within the confines of our existence.
 
regardless the magnitude of desire –
the appropriation of intent –
our tenure in the halls of is fades.
what of it –
then,
agendas written to define autonomy over possibly?
while vividly drawn on parchments of presume,
they fade like watercolor in the rain.
ubiquitous as assumptions of priority –
 
misread lines from one-act plays of suppose…
Leave a comment

;

 

we say we did not choose to be –

the us we are.

 

we denounce the labels that define,

yet scribble words from strangers on documents of presume.

 

we stand alone in front of wishing wells.

imagine life redefined.

and yet hold tightly to the coins of change.

 

what purpose –

consideration?

will it matter in the end the option –

not chosen?

 

if –

in fact –

this life is merely prelude to the play of forever,

why spend wasted time rehearsing lines no one will remember?

after all –

words cannot open doors designed for touch.

 

more sensible to knock in silence.

persistent affirmation of conviction.

intention realized by feel –

rather than imagined –

simply heard.

Leave a comment

book of us

ever so quickly –
the turning of the page.
 
we write words we never intend to share.
fill pages of our story with documents of who we were –
designations of what we could become.
yet seldom allow audience to know the us of now.
 
closed.
collecting dust.
we keep the volume in its place upon the shelf.
and wonder why alone becomes our roommate in the chamber of discontent…
Leave a comment