I struggle with words,
they seem to carry on a certain storyline,
one I can never really grasp,
until the print allows my eyes to remember,
the swimming in motion ends
when it becomes the right time to let go.
I’d like to find the imagery in pain,
is it the steel edge cutting into a red ribbon,
where eyes might watch the soul slip away
in steady stream
no more hesitation,
a quiet, soothing, not so eternal release.
A friend of mine once said to me,
it is true we live our lives a very short time,
so in that span of countless hours,
we might remember love,
for it is that spiritual energy allows our smile,
if only for a brief instant,
to give us hope, a meaning and reason to survive.
I know that sometimes words might convey meaning,
but if it isn’t felt then they do become
only a semantic journey filled with imagery and pause.
I struggle to know,
what is right from wrong,
when it is I know there is love,
there is a memory of need to share
what we both believe began our journey
I swell as easily into society’s trappings
as the next fallen victim,
that sir, a madam, that genuine spirit
knew the treasure of delight in passion.
Now today, a cloudy day becomes a regular
reality in that visual palette of survival.
I wonder why when I do reach,
the hands that create passion,
I hope might begin their return,
stay at bay,
wait again for some moment of indecision,
a perhaps metal wall
capable of no interference.
I remember when
eyes would speak a loud
until the words no longer need
only our writhing embrace
would carry out that lead,
while animals enhance sensuality
I do lie next to you,
in physical form,
a cup – your breast,
a soft perhaps wakeful gasp,
buttocks seek, legs now would writhe,
begin our wound desire … a sigh
my hand stays near –
just how to begin when confusion
while morning sunlight
could indicate the time is right.
I wonder what words would define
that fear in my eyes,
hesitant, evasive, questionable
all the diction in my mind
in a moment, a sensual
appears before a hungry glance
didn’t know you,
yet would see you with every fantasy in my mind.
Clothed or sweet musings of
would my world be a sudden
with a similar reaction
to a brace of arctic breeze,
the feel good kind.
I might rather languish in sweet pool
when in a moment of freedom
you dance a dream
a passionate twirl of romantic nuance
breathe a slow gasp,
allow eyes to dive into seas spectacular
in passionate embrace.
I would speak of this,
of a certain desire,
inside a world sensuous,
a place where we all might find
to verse, to linger, to enhance
are only redesigned
meant to suggest
some sordid frame of mind.
might create a sense of
from our reality of life.
When it happened,
I heard stories familiar
that could never apply
to anyone marginal,
only an indication,
a wonderment of
our living soul.
Will we ever understand
a basis of approval,
the sort that prolongs
beyond visual cues,
an internal clock
boggles the mind,
when the standard suggests
time is relative.
Inside the moment
a mortal choice.
When stop means loss,
the ability to comprehend
steps away for a time,
replaced by fear,
a yearning to understand.
While a beautiful sunrise
might dance the eyes,
a mind takes hold of that
indecisive state of choice.
We make them,
we hold them in retrospect
to the manner of solace
we all seek at one time.
Always our lives
drawn by a need,
when suddenly clarity
speaks a fond reprisal,
we might so easily forget
and need again.
I would call this depression,
instead, settle into indifference.
Only when you cannot see the identity
did I create a spectrum,
a kaleidoscope of opportunity
rounding the fear of auto hum
Would world peace be attainable
if we all simply cease
our stronghold on resilient and able
manner toward finding peace.
I want to love you simply that’s true,
yet my actions create qualm and storm
I would only now just remain blue,
for that will secede and return to norm.
Its when the passion that slowly remain
speaks a loud with gratitude
I will inside my little mind train
my body to recognize how respect once stood
in the face of indecision,
in knowing life is lost precision.