loneliness fits our persuasions
without purpose
without rationale
without jurisdiction
to predict our failures
to deter those who violate loyalty
to enter a world of bamboo feelings
and become trapped inside the
hollows where marrow belongs,
to see our frail memories
resting on the bumbling rhythms
of persistent whistling winds
without determination
like a joyless evening making
love to a stranger whose dreams
alter our illusions and
gently we pursue a past
carefully remembering a
softly interwoven future that now
lies wasted on the cobblestone
roads of half-truths and
into these empty streets pass
those who will always be
searching for the dreamer.
Sunshine Sadness
sunshine sadness
along the footpath
guides me though
the darkness,
filtered light penetrates
the darkened forest of
sparkles and
licorice twisted spears
melt leisurely as the
fisherman casts his net
leaning back into some
make believe chair
watching our patience.
Diluted Patiencea stillness creeps out
from a night dream,
speaking disconcerting
just to talk and to
share a loneliness,
offering an end with no means
no conclusions,
our pain haunts
no sustenance given,
only diluted patience;
the last vestige of tolerance
slips by and we both
fall from view,
entering the dream
and its illusions,
no resting
no eating
a nervous restlessness
that consumes us
and then alters.
faceless and nameless patterns form
none are human
phantoms in a blue-black
array of colors
tones and shades
like whispers of reality
not seen
felt by recollections
of moments fleeting and
backwards looks,
a digression of faith
in whose belief...
in whose reality?
Coiled in Anger
she cries as her heart bleeds
she learns painful emptiness
her feelings collide with anger
she tumbles easily down
an emotional waterfall,
she remains coiled in anger
ready to strike back
to release her poison
saving the best for last
and the end comes before
she can cauterize the wound.
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