words,
we offer –
prayers for forgiveness.
dialogue for recompense.
heads bowed,
unintentional act of respect –
eyes closed,
irreverent –
surely there can be no penalty of judgment –
for crimes we choose not to see…
Category Archives: poetry
broken
in your hands i find
no resolution –
pieces of hope offered,
with jagged edges…
and as i stand in line
for your consideration,
smothered by the weight
of indifference,
i realize too much the cost of resuscitation…
unavailable –
agenda much too full
for wasted time,
with that (myself)
which does not matter!
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…
in memory….
i watch the swing
sway gently in the breeze –
placed here –
unmoving in my chair,
beside the window.
i feel as tho my very life is still
as if every moving thing has stopped,
save the deafening click of the clocks immortal ticking!
you used to sit there,
hands gripped tightly to the chains,
going higher,
and faster –
singing –
really living.
i used to sit here and watch the sun gleam ,
in your hair –
imagine myself – in you…
i watch the swing
sway gently –
and then – stop.
and deep within my heart –
i feel the cold –
freezing –
filling up every inch of my soul.
i watch you –
lying –
no response,
no expression –
i scream a million prayers,
but no sound will come.
i flood my soul with hurt –
but my eyes remain – dry!
i kill myself within,
so i may lie with you,
beside you –
but all i do is live.
i wish you back –
again,
and again –
but you return – no more –
to my now still – swing…
on the road from re-probation to redemption
concern,
or obligation?
compassion,
or prayer for judgment?
i hear you speak words of sympathy in regard 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…
into the desolation
solitude –
precursor to loneliness.
disassociation of self –
from soul.
plunged head first –
into this desolation…
where do you turn to find
acceptance –
what price – the need?
compassion comes,
but not without cost.
smiles –
transparent,
masking pain –
unrealized.
abandon –
cruel nemesis to faith,
prevails –
hurt sustains!
a most unnecessary war…
i suppose –
each span of time should be held with equal consideration.
what authority –
do we own –
allows discrimination of day,
of hour,
even moment of life?
at what point do we realize the blessing,
rather than lament the supposition of – (perceived) oppression?
birds fly and we envy their freedom.
the sun shines and we contemplate the suggestion of clouds.
we fill ourselves –
involuntarily –
with living,
yet commiserate with the eventuality of our demise.
indifference –
we wear,
as if it were our shield.
unaware.
ignorant of the possibility –
the only war –
waged willingly upon the plain of our inconsideration…
rehab
today i found myself in unfamiliar country.
today i found myself a stranger –
surrounded by many;
yet alone on my particular journey.
today i found myself engaging with life outside my comfort zone –
recognition,
not an option,
from travelers with agendas of exclusion.
and while uncomfortable with the transparency of my unfamiliar vulnerability,
i realized with extreme clarity the composition of my character.
today i found myself naked –
pretension removed –
intention perceived –
direction,
redefined.
today i let go of the who i was,
and found –
the me i am…
becoming Jericho
oh my duplicitous Pygmalion!
while you were sleeping,
i was years away…
… trapped,
as you would say –
contained within my pre-assembled tomb of ambiguity.
but there is where i find –
i,
my – me…
and while you walk in circles
around my truth,
expecting walls of nonchalance to crumble,
i smile –
free of your contagious animosity…
how simply –
archaic!
your words,
so fervent in their request to be my savior –
however,
your eyes do not invite –
and your clenched fists can never hold these trembling hands…
who will fill the holes
voids –
spaces not filled –
empty – holes …
a glance –
eyes searching for confirmation,
not returned.
a hand – offered –
friendship –
given –
no takers…
sentences without punctuation.
and you –
the question i am not allowed to answer!
standing too close to the edge 