Standing In Between
one stood in between circumstantial values
and leaning towards unrespected virtues,
a voice calls us by name and we listen
amazed by the strength of their convictions,
we look for possibilities but our modest
attempt remains unnoticed, yet we
hopefully retain the spirit of a solemn
grey sky before an inevitable rain,
we learn by forgetting to remember the
important and the unusual is imprinted
like gossip on those who had betrayed us,
we are divided by limited participation,
one stood in between waiting for the
comet's return and simply leaving.
Plans
our plans floated like ice cubes
in everything we drank,
our dreams became safety nets
for what we perceived as truth,
our security, hidden by physical dependence
overcame the turmoil within our grasp,
the dream peddler pronounced our vows
for better or worse and we agreed.
Held Together
we reside within the uncomfortable
security of mistrust... happiness is
pretended feelings we packed away
years ago once we outgrew our clothes,
our personalities, tanned by the sunshine
of our earlier years are now bleached out,
dried and cracked... held together in a
loosely woven thin thread of commitments;
we tolerate the sheltered refuge while
finishing much needed landscaping,
we touch but don't feel...
we look but don't see...
we listen but don't hear...
we kiss without sensuality...
we love without passion...
we hate without regrets...
we hurt without remorse...
in our penalties we discovered a new
suffering... prolonged and agonizing...
like peeling away the flesh...
only an inch at a time.
Our Future
a clock
on the wall,
ticks away
the time and we
allow it to pass
unmolested...
uncontested...
and we rapporte
to define
comments spoken
or written
take away our
future,
ending up with
confusion...
rainy day
illusions...
a complete
but harmless
solution.
Tear Soaked
sooner or later out
footsteps trace the
path so many have
walked before,
transparent ambiguities
soaked by tears,
cling to our revival
like a post hypnotic
suggestion...
torn nerves heal like
old muscles and the
in-patient's virtues
tested and rested
and finally relaxed.
Continuing Along
wrapped inside around and
in between the madness
somewhere there's a loss,
the stranger at the wedding
followed years after...
the fire starter without assistance
burned out all our desire...
we never listened to Bach
or to the years not scored,
continuing along like we always do
following the line of least resistance.
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