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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addiction

oh to be that breath of air
you take; essential as – must,
to have…
 
to enter into – the all of you –
to become as close,
as one –
to two…
 
if just for one moment –
to live in your thoughts –
feel the memories –
encounter your – you!
 
i would give a thousand
could of been’s –
for just one – is,
a lifetime of – life –
for a moment of – living…
 
oh how must it feel –
to be the addiction,
for once,
not the addict!
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reverence in the presence of allowed

no candles lit.

no celebration.

no revelation of dreams come true.

life begins and ends –

regardless pageantry,

in spite of pomp and circumstance.

while accoutrements of consideration add a deviation to the rhythm,

they alter not the designation of its passage.

 

true,

we can argue the benefit of correspondence.

for purpose of justification,

we can extol the value of accommodation.

while some may find the journey cumbersome in their pursuit of a conceptualized destination,

others engage in active pursuit of extracting every ounce of occupation from each moment traveled in time.

 

alas,

twilight.

fading flickers of light absorbed into the was.

and as i stand facing the horizon of a brand new is,

i realize the absence of anticipation.

 

irrelevant –

the should-have –

the could-have –

the did-not.

all empty shells strewn upon an abandoned beach.

 

if allowed passage to the garden of tomorrow,

i will pursue with diligence the expectation of blessing –

reverence in the presence of allowed…

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indifference revisited

unable –
sad word –
thrown carelessly into the wind…
 
inability –
chosen –
not a consequence,
rather,
a decision…

you take from me all that you need –
leave hulls of hope scattered on the floor –
and i am just too weak from wanting more
to sweep,
or even care!
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…what then?

if compassion serves purpose –
glue to mend the broken –
and the cupboard bare,
do the pieces of promise just get swept away?
 
sometimes,
no matter our intention,
we end up unassigned –
unnecessary as the refuse of was,
thrown with deliberation,
 
into the insignificance of – not…
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on passing through rooms of displeasure…

i read –
and was forever changed.
isn’t that the beauty of this experience called life?
the ownership of interpretation.
to understand that which moves me,
may cause no similar response in you.
 
each time i enter this room of share,
i say a prayer before touching the keys.
to imply the words are mine would be considered the most elevated evidence of tyranny.
most often,
i rather hold close the thoughts –
contain them within the rooms of my displeasure.
 
however, the holder of the latch will not comply –
and all at once –
escape…
 
and so it goes.
these words i borrow;
thoughts entertained on visits from countries i have yet to travel –
journeys un-begun.
tonight i stand upon the balcony of suppose –
gaze longingly upon the setting sun –
surrender without reluctance my care.
 
what if i wake tomorrow?
what matter will it make –
these thoughts?
perhaps upon passing,
you will linger.
just long enough to take breath.
and as quickly as your exhale,
the moment gone.
 
apropos of disengage,
your read,
will fall along the side –
random highway –
unnamed –
so all-too-soon,
forgotten…
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unbecoming

wanting more than less –

needing more than have –

i find my life in shadow,

standing still…

consumed by doubt –

entombed within the walls of disbelief –

i feel the madness creep

into my living,

forcing me to contemplate my fate.

 

do i seek refuge here

in dying’s harbor?

commit to nothing –

become un-done?

 

how simple then,

the letting go –

no need –

for need,

no longing –

to belong…

 

so sweet the peace that

must come with the passing.

so great the un-weight,

unencumbered –

un-entwined –

the soul,

aged captive –

finally free…

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