God.

some would say – all knowing one.

others,

perhaps – omnipotent.

at some point, spoken of –

in close companionship with dear,

and oh my,

and almighty.

or maybe referred to – Argus.

whatever your concept of creation –

regardless your attraction to any particular dogmas –

your conviction dictates my perception.

i suppose i could be persuaded to believe.

however,

my belief would not be tied to hypothesis –

co-dependent with proof.

(faith)

and so,

the opportunity –

as presented at this juncture –

lies in your ability to convince –

remove doubt from the sanctuary –

of –

my believe…

somebody seldom wonders

what nobody does –

sitting on his oh-so-high perch

a (thinking life revolves

around him) lone…

nobody wanders around

searching for someone

any (as long as they have

emotion) one.

someday – somebody will

look around –

find – no (not even his

shadow) body –

without light – there can

be no shades of darkness,

no (moving) shadows –

and while somebody

runs into the darkness –

looking for any (now some) –

body (body),

nobody will be in the light –

becoming the some (although second-rate) body

that existed within reach –

of any (now down on the ground) body

all a (unnoticed) long!

this piece for you – the abandoned one.

solitary confinement, it seems, in a world of (not always) smiling faces. for the you that wishes to be he, or she, or really any of the they. for just one minute of any given day, to understand feel – as much as the absence of touch.

this piece for you – owner of less than (it seems) enough.

shepherd without cause –

gate-keeper to an empty lot.

how often, in life, do we pass each other on the street –

share paths –

travel in the same direction –

yet unaware the other exists?

today i saw a homeless man and after the initial wave of sadness left, i found myself wondering if just maybe it was his choice? while hard to imagine life devoid of the accoutrements we deem mandatory for contentment, maybe it was his way of avoiding the pain of indifference.

just maybe he chose to be lost –

less painful,

than merely being – forgotten…

un-created.

un-done.

unknown you.

unknown –

me.

separated long before our is – became was…

how different our –

each –

would be,

if allowed to roam

free – from tethers set in doubt.

unrestrained –

un-caged –

un-emcumbered.

carried along lost as dandelion seeds,

by the wind of what could be…

to venture out past the breakers –

find that water – calm.

float with the tide toward dawn…

to feel the wind against my back.

let the current carry me away.

to greet the sunrise –

face to face.

no fear of retribution –

no remorse for nights demise…

to reach right out –

when one with the horizon –

touch the very face –

of God…

(in dreams i find the paradise

my waking mind can’t see.

my open eyes too used to darkness –

my heart too broken – to believe.)

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!

and in the space –

behind the mirror –

your – unafraid –

encouraged my – inability.

as years of hiding in the dark

left me,

weak,

incapable…

how arduous,

this task.

reflecting;

not fondly on the journey.

rather,

as the surface of a most placid sea –

showing merely the reflection

of what

you expect to see…

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!

what if –

the bridge between

is,

and possibilities…

to linger in the now –

face down,

drowning in regret –

requires too much of not enough.

i choose face up –

forward motion.

captivated by might,

fueled by could –

my journey started yesterday,

with just one step

past accept!