Monthly Archives: July 2020

behind blue eyes

 

lips pursed tightly –

scream suppressed –

eyes masking the terror that hides within…

 

in this sad world –

silence becomes a much wanted,

much needed place –

(the voices never quiet)

 

but elusive;

the dissipating wisp of smothered flame,

phrases barely visible on foggy mirrored panes…

to find that place –

where dreams reside –

that Xanadu of peace –

to float like clouds upon a tranquil sky –

oh what release…

 

to find recompense –

from the madness –

(oh father where art thou?)

would be the greatest gift –

 

more precious than gold –

to be held –

not just the one who holds!

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issues

white-

black –

defined by labels –

pigeon-holed by circumstance…

 

absurd,

the very notion,

character defined merely from sight!

 

i choose –

instead –

to look beyond pigmented-boundaries –

beneath the surface,

you and i are much the same…

 

indignant –

it would be of me,

to look at you and only see a color –

skin can be so thin,

stretched much too tight –

unable to protect the heart from barbs of prejudice…

 

i seek a life less cumbersome,

devoid of hate,

where you and i could contemplate our feelings –

free to follow paths defined by hearts,

unrestrained by paradigms of ethnicity,

or race!

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empathy, rehearsed.

sometimes silence –

speaks louder than words.

sometimes –

it’s in the silence that we actually hear –

with undeniable clarity –

statements of truth.

sometimes…

 

what purpose –

words –

if spoken from platforms of indecision?

offering of platitudes devoid of conviction?

with rehearsed empathy –

we place ladders of (supposed) good intent upon walls of indifference.

and as we climb –

toss promises of solidarity to those left behind.

 

i have to wonder –

how it must feel to be removed –

elevated above the debris of broken promises.

to finally overcome the obstacle of compassion –

set free from chains of care.

 

sometimes silence –

more powerful than any drug of choice.

sweet illusive fix for the addiction of peace –

in a world overflowing with subversion…

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army of same

actions speak louder than words.
don’t hide behind curtains of avoidance.
to see –
to hear –
to understand, and yet do nothing – is of itself the most profound statement of indifference.
 
choosing silence –
choosing to stand still –
choosing not to choose right over wrong –
most surely decides the accommodation of your fate.
 
how do you sleep at night?
can you remember at what moment the decision was made to trade conscience for fame?
obvious – in your garments of vain,
for you – the march not a statement of solidarity –
you merely blend in –
 
irrelevant soldier in the army of same…
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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…
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nothing

we hold on to our pain –

sometimes the only thing we feel –

scared to let it go,

afraid of – nothing…

empty –

a vessel of capability,

unfilled;

hands reaching for intention,

unrecognized…

so cold – the absence

of light;

no darkness more deep

than feeling all alone.

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healing.

we have the most amazing gift –

sight,

yet we choose to not see.

 

my God i cry out to you for healing.

color is not the essence of what you intended us to be.

i close my eyes and in that darkness,

seek your grace.

 

my prayer,

this broken world can close its eyes,

somehow see past the walls of prejudice,

remand the animosity back into the confines of disbelief –

the hell of it’s intentional demise…

 

understand the gift of healing,

available for free…

no need to fight,

the battle,

already won…

 

won’t you join me,

on this day,

hand in hand,

on bended knee…

 

[Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy Name,

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

and the power, and the glory,

for ever and ever. Amen.]

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so softly the summer rain falls

my is –

interrupted –

fades into the vastness of was.

replaced,

perhaps,

be it ever so briefly,

by yet another is…

when yesterday was today,

surreptitiously culled from could be,

to become,

you and that version-of-the-day me,

did interact.

now I find your is – no more.

and realizing my inability to continue my journey with you,

into your was,

makes me pause…

how apropos – on such a day as this;

Hummingbirds and Seraphim!

and as your you ascends from the tomb of could not,

the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…

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faith

sitting on the shore –

watching reflections on the water;

yellow sun,

blue sky –

solitary bird flying into the horizon…

 

how small –

am i –

in a world so big,

how insignificant…

why do i wake?

routinely do the things i do?

for what purpose?

i throw a stone into the water –

causing ripples –

disturbing the placid serenity –

and for a moment – i am known!

but the water is deep,

my pebble – oh so small –

and once again –

the surface still…

i cannot believe that there is no tomorrow –

no sunrise chasing night –

no need to – believe…

 

for surely –

God – in all his greatness –

created more than this small holder of dreams –

and even when i cease to be –

in this place –

i will most surely – rise again!

great is my faith –

oh so strong my belief!

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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,
priorities 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…

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