Category Archives: poetry

things unnecessary

things unneeded fill our days –
like possibly,
perhaps,
maybe…
 
how often do we put aside
what matters,
holding our breath –
clinching our hands,
expecting even Atlas to shrug –
for what?
 
a hand we feel compelled to hold?
replies to questions – unheard?
 
as callous as forget,
intangible as why –
we build our lives on
could,
should –
then wonder what went wrong
when trapped in lonely –
unremembered as even midnight
by pompous dawn!
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on the road from re-probation to redemption

concern,
or obligation?
compassion,
or prayer for judgment?
 
 
i hear you speak words of sympathy in regards to incarceration of addiction.
and yet i fail to feel conviction in your offering of feigned commiseration.
i suppose,
to understand the is of someone’s habit,
one must have lived the was of their own.
 
 
presumptuous,
don’t you think,
alms offered for atonement of sins supposed?
on what platform of implied accommodation do you feel justified offering allegiance?
 
 
prayers i hear –
utterance of intercession.
yet there you stand –
un-kneeled –
eyes un-closed,
hands un-folded.
 
 
and from the words you speak –
no consolation,
no reprieve.
 
 
to enter heaven crawling –
pleading mercy –
unclothed of all but humility;
more appropriate ending to my life –
than concealed in robes of presume,
carried ceremoniously unaffected
down the corridors of hell…

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narcissistic you…

pensive –
hypocritically – contrite –
you stand alone,
a bastion of solitude in a sea of outstretched hands…

demure in your self-proclaimed in-culpability.
astonishingly – obtuse.
 
devoid of even a trace of empathy,
i watch as you bask in your
self-righteous piety –
seemingly unaware of the absurdity –
oblivious of your own flagrant nonentity!
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is – from could be

is – does not understand,
could –
(possibility – not yet defined?).
inside the paradigms of his reality,
now is real.
(if you have now, was no longer matters).
 
how odd –
to be,
yesterday.
quite full of what was,
and what mattered,
and even – what if,
but never as necessary,
or as current,
as – what is!
 
sad,
don’t you think?
requiems for want,
not yet realized;
but not one single tear for had…
(how quickly we forget).
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abandoned

i lose my way –
inside the space –
between my hello,
and your goodbye…
time stands still.
reality – redefined.
 
i lose my way –
in the maze of your smile.
wonder,
as i wander,
how can such beauty coexist,
with so much pain –
contained,
within the enigma – of you…
 
and as i make my way
across the broken surface of your (un)intention,
i recognize the jagged edge of your sorrow.
stumble on the uneven terrain,
of your silent – disregard…
questions,
i have.
opportunity for you to abrogate – suppose.
yet truth,
you do not choose.
and inasmuch as dark
does not consume the light,
your conviction does not make the wrong of your abandon,
even
remotely
right…
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sweet gift of life

my – is –
this – moment;
all i need,
and all i’m guaranteed –
 
you may choose another agenda –
fill your days,
your – moments –
with – what if…
 
but -i,
i choose – acceptance,
gratitude,
appreciation –
 
each breath –
each moment –
sweet gift of life –
amazing!
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someone Else’s shore

how great – to live another is,
unchained to why –
how awesome to – un-become…
 
un-tethered,
i would roam the sky –
high above the angry sea –
lose myself in currents
of reprieve…
 
believe – i would no longer
need –
insignificantly – culpable;
unnecessarily – obtrude!
 
and life –
as relatively – perceived –
could be no more.
sweet freedom –
from the baggage of was,
insignificant as broken shells
on someone Else’s shore…
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tease

flimsy as maybe –
unstable as if –
your promise floats above me,
just out of reach…
 
perhaps you feel the effort
more important than the feel,
suppose – more necessary than real.
 
intentions – undefined –
your non-touch
un-opens me.
 
while you roam effortlessly from your dreams,
you keep me tightly clasped –
to mine…
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and what of morning?

once again the changing of the guard.

day to night –

then back again.

never ending cycle of same.

tonight with curtains closed –

lights out –

doors locked,

i pause to reconcile the balance of my day.

 

for every thought of discontent,

did i aspire to overcome the hurdle?

can i –

with any perception of conviction –

close my eyes,

sleep dreamless –

content?

 

and what of morning?

if so inclined to wake –

will just another exercise in tolerance my day become?

 

perhaps tonight my prayer should be for recompense,

rather than reconciliation.

far better the outcome of endless peace,

than temporary commiseration…

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