rungs and necessary elements…

when if turns into is –
tomorrow,
yesterday –
i’ll still be waiting here for you,
midnight anticipating dawn…
 
long –
the shadows on the road –
with miles left yet to travel –
but i’ve grown weary of the journey…
 
time used to be a friend of mine –
until the days behind were greater than ahead.
 
quickly –
earnestly –
i grasp for one more rung on this ladder of my life –
ambitious –
determined –
seeking consistency
in a mercurial world…
 
can you reach out a hand today?
this friend indeed –
is more than just a friend in need –
and you,
much more than just the axis to a world
ever so quickly turning!

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…