Friday, May 30, 2014

underneath the horrors
of the night lie
previous day's dreams
and all the promises made
for safe passage here and there,
but all the rumors and
all the rumors of rumors,
make it difficult,
almost impossible,
to maintain hidden truth;
so now,
in the sultry morning air
of a new day,
I find myself promising,
once again,
to honor the pledge
of sharing
fantasies and fetishes
as they develop
inside our thoughts,
even though,
once again,
you refuse to
share about you.
30May14




we bow to his wishes
as if he were
patriarch, but that
will never be
as long as others live,
still, it would
behoove us all
to make a mental note
of that which we do
most exceedingly well,
and refrain
from said course
in the future;
if, there is one...
given the present
circumstances,
of which
no one speaks
for fear of...
angering
the patriarch.
30May14



there is a stillness
in the air this day
that will birth a
hot one as no one
dare leaves the shade;
waves crash into the shore
in a muted way
void of sound associated
with their relentlessness;
there is a stillness
to this day that
bears witness to
the previous one of
storms and rain
and the threat of such
that kept us inside,
but now,
a perfect forecast
as though
we have been given
a gift...
thanking us for something
we did not do.
30May14



it has all been rearranged,
the furniture of my mind,
from its locations yesterday
making it difficult, but
not impossible, I hope, to
retrieve my gestating thoughts;
yet, so many words come to
me so often that putting them
in specific locations seems
like such a meaningless activity.
30May14



shifting clouds
do not alter the focus
of the sun
on those who dwell
under her protection;
shifting clouds
do not change the speed
by which the minutes
of the day flow by;
shifting clouds
do not minimize
the threat of rain
but they do constantly
change their images
and ground shadows.
30May14



peace be with you and
with you be peace is
the word-of-mouth phrase
that passes between them all
as the great debate of
whether or not life is real
continues on around them;
yet, oblivious they are
to these seekers of truth
that they accept both
pain and punishment
as a ritualistic cornerstone
of their hope and beliefs,
wondering if the endgame
is what they expected;
withering bodies and minds
desperately cling to life,
as living is all they know
and beliefs have not been
tested but reality and fantasy
merge without disrespect
for their owners and
peace dissipates into a
nothingness void lingering
for the eventual rebirth.
30May14


do not hold too fast to
the sands of time as they
might not flow as it
was intended, leaving us
with a void in its fabric
that can never be replaced
and with an emptiness
yearning for something
we don't understand nor
would want if we did.
30May14