via salvation
via salvation
salvation
salvation
i know this stretch of highway well.
i’ve traveled this winding road.
the curves that lead to where darkness lives –
the no-outlets –
desperation…
i’ve been where you currently hide.
scratched my name on that same wall of sorrow.
imagined the comfort of care.
and even now, on that very ledge of contemplation –
with the wind of indifference suggesting you just let go –
become undone –
i know…
sometimes in life we find the journey too long between rests.
sometimes – too intense.
sometimes,
lonely.
but what we fail to realize,
is just how much strength we show when at our weakest.
it’s in those moments of complete despair,
those moments of uncertainty,
those moments of – fear,
that we offer up our most sincere us.
when everything that confines –
restricts –
disables –
is stripped away –
then,
and only then,
can we come to terms with what defines us.
and sometimes,
even when we wish it were not so,
we find ourselves holding hands with hope.
and as hard as we try –
despite the diligence of our no –
the perseverance of our will,
to not –
we care…
in that moment we understand the blessing.
in that perfect moment –
we appreciate the gift.
what feeling more complete than joy from pain –
smiles from tears –
accommodation of shelter –
when lost and oh so lonely –
abandoned (it seems) –
in the rain…
just a whisper of addiction…
some of you understand.
some of you have also heard the voice –
sometimes a shout –
most often a whisper.
some of you own the words to enlighten –
lift up –
deter,
while others cannot find the courage required –
not,
no longer an option…
for you, i say a prayer…
your battle –
so much more than presumed,
intense,
more than allowed.
and while someone somewhere prints volumes to suppose,
they cannot truly ever understand.
this pain is your fight.
these scars are yours. and you wear them –
too often with shame.
for you, i say a prayer…
if only those of you that,
feel ownership to denounce –
un-justify –
condemn,
could bear the weight of inability for just one day.
to understand the frustration of –
the aggravation from –
defeat.
how differently,
you would see them –
those all around you –
fighting to stay afloat –
deep water,
currents strong.
while just out of reach –
upon the shore –
chaos-free contentment…
for you, i say a prayer…
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!
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,
no longer the addict!
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!
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…
bottom of down
to be the somebody you want me to be,
i’d have to let go of the nobody i am…
to find my way up from the bottom of down,
requires more rope –
a stronger knot…
you –
my friend –
are not aware –
your disassociation creates grey –
space unfilled –
water much too deep to wade –
too wide to swim –
and your strong hands,
will not build a bridge…
all alone is too much sad –
the absence of touch,
a feeling i wish i never had…
this amazing life
this moment –
borrowed,
short –
precious…
it hangs on – briefly;
a breath held in anticipation –
skipped beat of a heart –
first babies cry…
awesome – don’t you think –
this journey called life?
it seems so many times –
we get caught up in the – want –
involved in expectation;
preoccupied with – when –
so much that we miss out on the – now…
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!
upon cutting the strings…
sing a song of sixpence –
pocket full of –
why?
nursery rhymes – forgotten –
(innocence and nonchalance went missing).
on the underside of hope;
beneath the spangled starry sky,
on the ledge –
precariously balanced –
anxious,
animated…
(marionettes dance –
unaware of the importance of – strings -).
tied to you –
i am!
to life and death and why and why not…
alabaster dedications –
engraved with –
when and why and what for.
the soul –
however –
un-contained within the stone…
(birds know heaven).
standing too close to the edge 