agenda’s.

life contained in boxes of obligation.
regimented interaction.
and if –
by chance –
a tear appears in the fabric of allowed –
all accommodation cast aside.
 
what is it –
that you do –
elevates your who to platforms of suppose?
were we not formed as equal parts from the same mind that imagined all creation?
 
what you hold in your heart will just as freely fit in mine.
however –
words of contempt you allow freedom to escape –
like whispers that crash impetuously upon the shore of my content…
 
audacious –
your you.
self-contained within walls of presume.
 
all the while –
held prisoner behind eyes that appear to look,
but sadly –
cannot see…

fault-line

 

wanting to – remember

needing to – remember

yet unable to – remember…

(thoughts strewn random – un-collectable).

 

 

pleading,

desperately –

yet adamant.

the mind ,

however,

unyielding…

(uncontrolled chaos – borderline dementia).

 

 

memories collected –

haphazardly –

disorganized sanity…

(thin, the line between what is and what should be).

 

 

and standing guard –

the one called – father –

ageless sentinel

surveying all –

seeing –

nothing!

seepage of your light

i cling to you like – spider webs –

     you brush away!

 

i wrap myself inside your thoughts,

submerge myself within your silent eyes –

     yet you don’t – see me,

          don’t even – feel me…,

 

how is it – my precious friend –

     your life can be so – full,

          so closed?

 

i take just so little room –

     a hurried breath,

     or thought,

     or maybe just a simple – sigh!

please make some room for this scared dream –

     or else – i die!

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!

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 clinched fists can never hold these trembling hands…

cause

 


this post – 

specific – 

intended. 

undeniably – unobtrusive.

 

words that speak from a shrine of good intention.

words that speak to humble – 

humility.

 


words that speak from a platform of compassion –

across the silence of a room of doubt…

 

it seems –

sometimes –

the closer we become to who we are, 

the further away we move from our comfort zone.

 

 

suddenly the definition – 

the boundaries –

the allowed,

becomes muted. 

uncertainty colored gray replaces the black and white contrast.

is –

becomes could,

should gets consumed by can’t.

 

 

as we search for answers to questions we have not the courage to ask, 

our serenity disappears –

lost in the chaos of despair…



 

                                                             and effect

 

 


these words –

surreptitiously culled from dissertations of faith –

sermons of solidarity.

and yet i wonder if you hear them through the discord of your lamentations.

 

 


prayers – i pray.

application for license to disarm.

all the while –

you remain isolated –

entombed within a vault of disbelief.

unable to see over walls built to disallow insurgence of attack –

denigration of emotional stability –

 

 


that in effect,

have become prisons

of self-imposed

indifference…

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…

 

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…