seldom do we notice nor
seldom do we care
what life whispers and
what seasons command the
inexperienced to challenge
the disappearing friendship
that reaching our provides...
and... as the mist falls apparent
on our sacred feelings and we
turn our neighborly backs away,
who shall we call upon
to rebuild the wall of trust
that now obstructs our path?
awkwardly, we attempt to
control the harness
placed upon our obscure feelings
that question our thoroughness
to guide life's brevity and
foolishly replace pride with
vanity as we misinterpret
a new aggressive code of ethics
whose assertive balance
is now embedded in the roads
on which we travel;
in time our turn is forfeited
and our tears scar the
soil of humanity, and we toy
with our insecurities and
toss salt leftward,
avoid black cats and return
the ladders of growth to our garages;
why are we so helpless
that we cannot allow
our accomplishments to
include the caring of others?
April 11, 1984
In Closing
I
from our ashes we rise external and
surrender into the complete knowledge
that brought us both to accept the
love that fate will soon separate.
II
as we long to recapture
the moments of what we
might have done...
could have done...
or should have done...
may we spare ourselves
the agony of regret and remember
only the splendor and the feelings
of what we were able to give.
III
convince me not we should have cared
and I will not convey the loneliness
that you reluctantly replaced.
IV
as I try to sleep and
think not of what must be,
tears flow freely and moisten
the cheek that caressed
just this afternoon as your
lips tasted my sensitivities.
April 9, 1984
naked... we lie together
our bodies tightly knit
weaving a solemn promise
as we unite in understanding and
disrobe our conscious desires
that tenderly gave us the
courage to say goodbye;
embracing... our bodies overlap
our arms press tightly while
hands gently explore all the
fleeting moments... and,
quivering kisses extend our senses
beyond our control and what
we have imagined before;
imprisoned... heightened sensuality
slowly removes protective
garments as shielded softness
seals our determinations like the
heated iron of a blacksmith;
joined expectations restrict the
freedoms that so easily is
taken for granted... and,
in the empty space between
emotions and reality, we
release the frustrations that our
love has provide and the
months that we have shared.
April 9, 1984
Untitled
as we gracefully ebb our way
through life's misfortunes, the
scars of battle form the ageless
wrinkles on our innocent brow;
as we crisscross our way around
life's continuum , our ostrich like
countenance protects us from the
losers and the winners proclaim
their loss of any new sacrifice;
as we pretend not to notice those
who are less fortunate or those
who wear not their scars well,
we are allowed to redeem ourselves
and revel in the joys of humility;
as we self-proclaim and self-indulge
our narcissism frees us from
petty jealousies and the adulation
of the winner's circle and how
often must we yield our crown
the following year to the new victor.
March 26, 1984
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