words.

powerful.

capable of building up –

and tearing down.

responsible for fluctuation in attitude,

rise and fall of the tide –

emotion.

spoken in haste,

can deconstruct villages of trust years in the making.

spoken without consideration;

affections greatest liability…

all too often we choose retaliation over arbitration.

fully aware –

feelings worn deliberately on sleeves,

encounter more option of denigration.

and  yet somehow,

with cracks clearly visible in our glass walls,

we choose to deny ownership of the rocks…

check your pockets.

i personally found several in mine…

have faith –

we say –

actually insist.

throw suppositions of know into arenas of disallowed.

our words –

intended bandage for wounds suffered without reproach,

from hands presented as gesture of Christian accommodation.

and while we stand safe –

conveniently clear of any ricochet of insinuation –

the animosity we preach to disallow collects in puddles –

swallows our hope –

quick as ripples of faith on a placid sea of indifference.

what then?

when winds of chaos blow and there is no refuge from the storm?

while liturgies can be heard above the roar of the waves –

still we shiver in the cold –

clinging to the rope of inability –

drifting without option of release in our ocean of discontent.

while there –

just beyond the breakers –

calm wave-less sea.

peace we can only imagine –

as we’re dashed without mercy on the shore of doubt –

broken like shells –

empty of all but echoes of prayers –

unanswered –

inconspicuously –

unheard…

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…

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…

complacent.

prescriptions of accommodation ordained –

bandages for wounds implied.

what purpose –

option of know?

surely to oppose self-serving agendas would result in crime of discrimination.

how dare we –

impose even supposition of penance for acts of pre-meditated desecration !

after all –

behavior cannot be judged.

surely you misread the manifest of acceptance.

the only sin,

your treason to my disbelieve…

words unsaid –

touch un-felt –

things unneeded fill our days –
like possibly,
perhaps,
maybe…

how often do we put aside
what matters,
holding our breath –
clinching our hands,
expecting even Atlas to shrug –

for what?

a hand we feel compelled to hold?
replies to questions – unheard?

as callous as forget,
intangible as why –
we build our lives on
could,
should –
then wonder what went wrong
when trapped in lonely –
unremembered as even midnight
by pompous dawn!

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.

no where is it written we must accept negative situations as predetermined avenues of travel.

if we encounter clouds –

inclement 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…

and then those days roll in like Summer storms. 

thunder so loud, 

yet welcome distraction from the silence of all alone.

and rain –

heavy as black in a midnight sky.

it seems,

in those moments of oppression, 

there is no hope.

what purpose faith in a faceless god?

surely there is no recompense earned merely from ritual of believe.

peace –

you proclaim.

comfort from the pain. 

but somehow – 

when –

remains unknown.

and as you kneel to offer prayer for salvation, 

voices whisper eulogies to care. 

in those days, 

when life becomes just too much to bear,

you realize how it feels –

becoming undone. 

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...