sanctimonious –

succinctly anti-social;

preoccupied by choice,

not confined by the humility of required remediation.

and of all the things conceived –

paramount to feelings of being content;

unrealized absolution;

sins –

unresolved…

circles –

we travel.

always leading back to the comfort of familiar places –

big fish –

oh so little ponds.

until that day when the levee breaks –

releases us from streams of complacency.

only then can we fully understand the small of where we’ve been –

comprehend the big of can,

the palpability of is –

and apropos of  conceptually un-imagined intimacy –

the acquisition of sanctification more profound than any presumed salvation.

piously devout,

we stand upon our thrones of discern –

arrogantly contest status of faith –

embellish feelings of consternation –

lost,

or saved?

how sad –

to join in lamentation of morality’s demise,

all the while,

hiding stones of misconceived perception inconspicuously behind our backs…

if,

by chance,

you find yourself recipient of a gem when mining the streams of friendship,

by all means recognize it’s blessing.

it requires so little effort to show appreciation.

in a world where shiny trinkets of superficial beauty are definitely more treasured than the substantial and often taken for granted cast-iron commonalities,

it’s important to understand the difference between value and worth.

we all find ourselves walking along a shore of fractured shells.

for me,

the absence of presumed perfection allows opportunity for acceptance.

such comfort in the knowing –

a friend,

without pretense –

beautiful,

and just as broken…

taken for granted.

a light available with the flick of a switch –

forgotten as easily as sunset –

consumed by night.

with less than disregard,

we close the book –

forget the stories of temporary companion.

disengaged from the process of relevance –

memories tossed with careless abandon into the placid sea of regret.

what purpose then –

the pursuit of interaction?

surely the absence of superficial accommodation less painful

than wounds incurred by relentless attacks

from arsenals of indifference…

today i placed you
in my box of death –
closed the lid –
allowed your darkness,
absence – from my light…

bundled up,
with ribbons of regret,
i laid your sorrow by the door –
safe outside the fortress of my heart.

silent –
contained inside my chamber of refrain –
i watched the raindrops attach themselves to windows – closed,
clinging with cold deliberation to the glass…

today i placed your memory
where the shadows grow –
waited without sound –
allowed the silence audience in the arena of despair.

today –
i lingered for a moment more
upon the shore of your demise.
said my farewells –
loosened chains of regret,
and in that instant of your escape,
this captive heart,
realized,
for the first time,
how it felt to be finally set free…

outstretched –
without restriction –
a hand.

offered –
free –
unqualified –
open arms of compassion.
simple things all too often taken for granted.

confined to rooms of routine,
we lose the passion for living –
commit ourselves to merely,
life.

for some of us,
the process suffocating.
disallowed to authenticate our disillusion,
we pursue alternative methods of engagement.
once unrestrained,
the freedom from mundane becomes our drug of choice.

and you.
standing defiant in your Chasuble of condemnation –
conspire to chastise –
categorize our behavior within paradigms of dissension.
i suppose,
if measured by standards of secular jurisprudence,
our mercurial behavior could be considered deviant –
perhaps radical.
however,
if allowed,
prayer for judgment?

how can you stand in posture of authority over courts of supposition?
surely you do not feel justified to gather stones!
how can you entertain acts of accommodation with conviction –
pass sentence for crimes you merely postulate as accused –
ill-informed,
bearing witness to effect,

yet no affiliation with the cause…

preoccupied.

unavailable.

agenda –

over-full… 

it seems we simply exist –

to exist.

black and white priorities muted to obligations of grey.

we enter auditoriums of suppose,

yet exit before encores of know.

ignorant to ownership of capability –

obtusely self-absorbed!

with characters flawed from addictions to same,

we fall in line –

paupers by convenience –

reciting litany’s to camouflage our disdain.

and yet,

when offered avenues of alteration,

deny with apoplectic revulsion

accommodation to insinuation of refrain.

obedient, we have become,

to complacency.

prisoners to indifference –

unaware we hold keys

to the locks of our self-imposed commonalit