epitaphs of woe.

phrases catch-
stick their insinuations into the residence of thought.
that room; without an exit.
trapped,
we find ourselves slaves to the supposition.
irrelevant –
the margin of error.
 
once thrown,
the dart of defamation finds accommodation with our allowed.
as victims,
we believe somehow it is our fault.
perhaps we chose denigration over absence of feel.
even pain holds preference over ignored.
 
yet without reservation –
we cry our hurt –
wear crowns of lamentation.
picket signs shouting our anguish as we stand silent –
faces (all the same) in the crowd.
resigned to epitaphs of woe.
 
insignificant as could have been,
in the story of our was…
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chosen to become+

instead of regret –
appreciate the lesson learned.
 
instead of sorrow –
remember the prequel to the pain.
 
instead of doubt –
find something you know is true –
hold on to it.
 
life can be anything we want it to be.
we have choices to make.
there is no sentence of disparage inherited or inescapable.
nowhere is it written we must accept negative situations as predetermined avenues of travel.
if we encounter clouds –
in-climate weather –
we have to remember the sun is still above us.
we will dry out.
 
and on those days when we feel everyone has heard a voice –
resounding echo –
instructing them to run away,
we have to recognize the dialogue of lies.
 
if nothing else you understand brings clarity to your confusion
walk outside –
look up.
in a universe so vast –
magnificent beyond human expectation –
you were chosen to become!
 
of all the people that you could have been –
you are exclusively –
you!
and while you may not appreciate the gift of your creation,
someone else may find their peace –
simply because God answered their prayer –
with you…
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sometimes the understanding

to just for once –

be that which is – necessary;

no longer-

required.

to understand the difference…

 

you speak to me –

indiscriminately.

unobliging as moon,

to midnight!

pompous –

you are.

supreme to my inadequacy;

omnipotent as sun,

in a sky devoid of clouds…

 

and even as i try to – not believe,

your matter of fact impales my –

un-faith.

leaves me,

clinging to your strong –

devours my –

weak!

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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…

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faith

sitting on the shore –
watching reflections on the water;
yellow sun,
blue sky –
solitary bird flying into the horizon…
 
how small – am i –
in a world so big,
how insignificant…
 
why do i wake?
routinely do the things i do?
for what purpose?
i throw a stone into the water –
causing ripples –
disturbing the placid serenity –
and for a moment – i am known!
but the water is deep,
my pebble – oh so small –
and once again – the surface still…
 
i cannot believe that there is no tomorrow –
no sunrise chasing night – no need to – believe…
 
for surely – God – in all his greatness –
created more than this small holder of dreams –
and even when i cease to be –
in this place –
i will most surely –
rise again!
 
great is my faith –
oh so strong my belief!
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repose 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…

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unhinged

you –
clearly defined by lines of
is,
is not –
 
presumptuous with God-like audacity –
dare try to –
know me –
confine me within the boundaries
of your supposition…
 
how ignorant,
sad –
to hold in your hand the most important gift –
and let it go…
 
friendship –
soft as summer rain –
deep as black –
big as sky!
 
 
simple as touch,
the acquisition would be –
yet you choose a life of solitude.
 
empty room –
key-less lock –
what purpose,
a door –
unhinged,
forever closed?
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losing touch

indignant –
compassion starved from
insatiable insensitivity…
 
how can there be justification
for callous abandon?
 
all too often it seems we
close doors,
build walls,
create barricades –
manipulate emotions to protect our hearts from hurt,
yet find,
in the end,
our – selves – starving for a touch –
gentle caress…
 
friendship –
sweet reprieve for our emaciated souls!
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i remember when

have you seen me lately?.
looking for you –
following you –
have you felt the presence
of my hands –
as a breeze blew past –
 
perhaps felt the caress of my soul
on your face,
in your heart?
 
longingly – you stare,
yet ever so – placid.
 
your soul cries out to me,
as you stuff silence down your throat,
and the flame – dies!
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unafraid…

truly –
nothing conceived within this mind,
i presume –
could ever explain –
the ebb and flow (tide) of life.
 
you,
however,
engulfed in the glow of all-knowing ( – the moon),
refuse to even – suppose…
 
enigmatic as light,
to dark;
your insatiable attraction
to – your you!
 
and i –
hiding behind your mirror –
remain all you can never see…
 
is your anything –
really better,
than the everything of me?
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