Voids of Beconing

hearts of stone crack
crookedly over time,
yielding no residues,
save the gravel streets
they become and
are as necessary to
one's growth as are
those caring hearts

that bleed with each
insight leaving voids
in the hall of knowledge
that will escape the
keen eyes of all our
future visitors...  still,
both are warranted
if we are to become that
which we need to be.

25Jan16

Fading Away

satin colors
browns and blacks
fold into each other
as if "feathered in"
with an artist's brush,
but still distinct
to tell the difference
and feel they are
not the same
if, and only if,
our touch
were that gentle;
satin colors
steal the eyes
and we smile
at its victory
knowing in time
all will become one
and the same and
all too boring.

25Jan16

Concurrent

this night
trembles
in the hand of
its owners
like no other
and
we must continue
as we have done
so many times before
until the dawn
is first sighted
on the
horizon
or perish
as we have done
so many times before
when dawn
arrived late
and we
were assimilated.

25Jan16

Reunited

sexy and beautiful

is the night that

passes more quickly

than the rest,

leaving us sleepy

and a little uneasy,

as now exposed

to those who would

have their way and

to whom we obey,

finding solace in the

notion that charity

no longer despairs

but cherishes the dead

as if they were family.

25Jan16

Dark Shadows

reflective darkness bears
the names of the dead, who
walk these streets before dawn,
looking for casualties that
have remained silent of what
was heard earlier when asleep
and dreaming those thoughts
given to us by them who
stand in all our dark shadows.

25Jan16

Entropy

the morning light refuses
to penetrate the darkness
this day as we are duty
bound to reflect upon this
omen as one of the natural
courses of action by the
hands of unnaturalness,
and we see like we always
have seen in these our
final stages of entropy.

25Jan16

Always Hosting

dark mornings create

the enlightenment we

all seem to want these days,

but few are willing to

purge themselves from

the light that holds them

out-of-sight and

out-of-reach of the soul

which belong to devils;

burnt into their minds at

the moment of conception,

reaffirmed at birth,

extracted at rebirth...

but not completely,

leaving an insatiable

desire to find the host.

25Jan16

White

could it be
I wonder
that
the snow
we see
on the ground
is not white
at all but
a different color
altogether
that appears white
so we can
finally see
the difference?

23Jan16

Left Behind

there can be no doubts at all

that what we had,

that what we felt and

experienced is no longer

enough to provide us both

with what we need,

leaving us little choice

for one to remain  behind,

who, will not just face the music,

but, who will write the

lyrics for our divorce as well.

23Jan16

Just Visiting

the room spins one way
my thoughts another,
my eyes are fixed
and hear nothing
but the sound of pumping
and the surging of blood
into empty cavities...
the constant dripping of nerves
bends the soul and the
courage once felt is
sucked away by
the constant spinning...
emotions separate
the reconnect with my
dormant feelings,
more exposed than before,
and it all seems
so foolish...
so silly...
to make any room at all
available to these visitors.

23Jan16

Seeking Solutions

moments of silence
fall short
of expectations,
lies told and heard,
rumors passed along,
feelings hurt
or set aside to slumber,
and within
all of this nonsense
comes the silence,
the dark empty room
of one's thoughts,
where meaning and logic
are burned away
like sawdust
blows off with the wind,
and we
desperately seek out
solutions,
leaving us with only
despair or anguish,
and the solitude
of anger that
goes nowhere ends up
inside us to manifest.

23Jan16

Telling Lies

we live in a balanced world

as best as we can sometimes,

leaving open the door of

controversy that seems to

always be present when one

refuses to listen to both

sides of the tale in order to

fully comprehend the story

being told by each side so

that harmony is maintained

and our order is restored.

21Jan16

Knowing It

waiting...
for it to happen
and it...
never does,
so,
we continue to wait
and wait
until...
life, as we know it
has passed us by
and we
as we knew ourselves
know us not
anymore...
so,
waiting...
is not the waiting
that we
thought it would be,
but,
we still believe
it,

will  happen
eventually.

21Jan16

One Sided

we live in a world

of one truth

or 

that truth

which 

belongs to one

but 

not to both

and,

it matters not

the subject

or 

the crime

or 

the circumstance

as much as

whose opinion 

is

more pronounced.

21Jan16

Just Aspects

configuring
this or that
is what we mainly do
these days
and what with
all the technology
at our disposal,
but, we rely
on that knowledge
we always seem to miss,
and the rather important
aspects of life actually
that we always
taken for granted.

21Jan16

Remembering Us

Down through the sky of our

emotional relationship, hearts

fall in synchronous order down

to the ground level of our

feelings then bounce along the

currents of our daily feelings,

never once abandoning their

free floating nature or interest;

yet, always remain steadfast,

somehow escaping the noise,

the abandonment of self,

favoring unseen desperation

but always returning

and always believing that these

hearts will return ever so

relentlessly every year, and

remind us ever so carefully of

the undying love we have for

each other on Valentine's Day.

14February2016

Our Best Interests

determined, as we are at times,

there are forces beyond our control

preventing us from accomplishing

that which would like to do

as well as that which we would need to do

and when that happens,

we immediately fear that

it is some unseen force that has not

our best interests in its heart.

21Jan16

Dignity

endless, are the games we play

with ourselves and others,

hoping to position ourselves

in the best possible light, when

surrounded by the darkness;

worthless, are the rewards we reap

from all our configurations and

tedious adjustments, yet priceless

it is that we perceive them all;

mindless, are the thoughts we have

once we have sacrificed ourselves,

overcoming all challenges, and

receive death with some dignity.

21Jan16

Once Upon

on our side once

was the law,

and justice was

blind as a bat,

but, with her

sight restored,

she dispenses truth

without protection

give birth to

hate and violence.

21Jan16

Life Inside

times lives on the inside

of our thoughts

traveling with us everywhere

never returning to

that moment before when

they were nonexistent;

time squeezes in between

and the life beyond

betrays the present one

leaving so many

hunches and speculations

that always seem to rely on

one's forgotten past.

21Jan16

Word Fall

blankets of snow outside

blankets of wool inside

warm and comfortable

thoughts on paper flow

to what end is not imagined

still it happens just as

the falling snow is the

falling of all my words.

20Jan16

Just In Case

there is no purpose

of a purpose

that has no purpose

and yet

purposes like these

flourish

in the land of the free;

oftentimes,

more important to

have no purpose

than to have one or,

so it seems,

especially,

when mitigating

circumstances prevail;

and,
litigationensues

and
we all look

downward

to see what falls out.

20Jan16

Snowfall

its beauty lies in its appearance
not in its accumulation at least
for those of us who must travel;
but, it is adored by children of
all ages who see it as a blessing
of sorts that allows them to play;
still, its clean-up is a pain and
even more so when it melts, but,
it does appear to be arriving here
once or twice this year, whether
we like that fact or not it seems.

20Jan16

Someone

there is no art associated
with being alone, as it is
just something that one does
because one has to do it,
and, after a while, it is just
as natural as being with
someone, especially if and
when that someone is
someone with whom you
do not really want to be.

19Jan16

Time Once Upon

time is not immediate
even though it flows
as if it is sometimes...
time in constant, consistent,
and reliably repeatable,
moving through space,
going nowhere in particular
but always moving forward
or so it seems to the rest of us,
at least, from time-to-time
it does, as we make time
to take time to ponder
the characteristics of time,
since it, for the most part,
has no personalities of
which anyone has,
over time spoken about.

19Jan16

Always Ticking About

there is an alarm in my mind

that always seems to awake me

just before my mechanical alarm

has been programmed to do

the night before and while I do

not understand why it is this way,

I do know that I could have still

been alive if I had not decided

to purchase that damn clock.

19Jan16

So Far So Close

rub your closed eyes as if
you were rubbing that lamp
and stream away with me as
if we were some kind of feed
to those lands of the mind,
ever so far away, but
ever so close to find...  and,
let's spend a brief lifetime there
if we can, while sleeping and
discovering all the realities
of all those yesterdays that
we so carelessly lived because
we were to young and too
innocent to understand why.

19Jan16

Cold Spells

the coldness of winter is the
dead, freezing kind this year
as the skies twist and turn grey
and the ground hardens its grasp;
sounds of the winds blow
through and around it all,
chilling all prospects of life,
while some of us less fortunate
remain all to warm and free.

19Jan16

Sickness Heals

beyond the pain of sickness,
is the pain of life,
and beyond that
is the pain of birth
over which we
exercise no control until
our first breath, then,

death is our master,
allowing us to live
as long as he can or
until he needs us to return
home to his graces.

19Jan16