An Honest Appraisal
Just seems natural,
to feel the quiet of recognizing
human nature,
and how it applies to
other people.
We seldom wish to look at our
selves,
too much scrutiny,
too easily defined, while in the midst
of accepting our realities.
Seems just the other day,
I noticed her,
walking through a room,
of complete strangers,
all within reach.
yet, it is that presence,
isn’t it always,
triggers our response
to some adoration beyond our
selves.
Today, I’m in that same room,
they’re dressed differently,
something about an arts colony,
seems the same energy,
drives their own need for legacy.
Oh, we are a feathered bunch,
this lightness of the mind,
being our intrigue,
yet so easily defined,
we lose any unique grasp.
As honest as my world might be,
given the constraints I place before my eyes,
I like to live, laugh, breathe,
hold an occasional dialogue,
and in the end, I love to believe.
I suppose we are all the same,
just different energy, all the same.
Settle In
For now is this brief telling
of a society, a world, a small neighborhood,
this is the story
of you, and me, and the neighbors,
the kid running the sidewalk
free.
We are going another direction
tonight, to a time, or maybe a familiar
reason to act this way,
let’s all pile in,
and witness the same over there.
For the have that you speak of need,
might lessen the burden for a not,
it depends,
if little houses seem the pattern,
then certain marble castles,
with gigantic columns
would suffice
only in a dream.
I’m talking about hair nets and fry cooks,
a lavender sport coat in the rain,
a polished makeover that let’s another
in their moment of truth, complain.
It is easily recognized in the car
she drives, for when he once did,
she became less incredulous
knowing
she could always do the same.
Let’s remember when,
our childhood brought us to a field,
where we play for hours, just with the
tall grass and sweet rains that
gave our hearts a reason to breathe.
For that’s when,
everything else,
all the crying would end,
and a body alone,
could settle in to experience peace,
in the quiet rain.
Real Pain Versus Hollywood
She broke my heart today,
an actor trails off to a setting in a bar,
a drink in front of him he slowly circles the glass with his fingers,
his eyes seem to say,
she is the one that broke my heart, not me.
Here at home, I haven’t any facade to count upon,
only my life, my heart, my soul,
my who I am suddenly trapped inside this world of quiet
facade,
for that is what we are after all, much like Hollywood.
We play our role, we dance a number,
sing a song sweet melody,
the world is a happy and fulfilling place,
in celluloid visual special effects.
Here at home my tears are real,
and yet,
while I am here and she is there, and we are both
miserable;
our lives we find some healing grace,
and we’ll move on with only a nostalgic tear …
I guess after all life is a film studio..
Inside a Dream
When surreal begins to blend
our lives in a circle of fantasy
peddle a rhythm to depend
to fuel, imagine a wait and see.
~
We do try to recognize humble
outpourings of human condition.
What happens to our slow tumble
when love loses its basic fortune.
~
Do we stand up and begin a dream,
a matter of stepping outside chance
to weather the storm to what seem
shallow ignorance, a robotic trance
~
So let maybe your life speak release,
the delicious nature of a wanton peace.
That I Survived
These words,
are only redesigned
letters
meant to suggest
some sordid frame of mind.
What event,
outcome, opportunity
might create a sense of
departure
from our reality of life.
~
When it happened,
I heard stories familiar
to others
that could never apply
to anyone marginal,
only an indication,
a confusion,
a wonderment of
our living soul.
~
Will we ever understand
a basis of approval,
the sort that prolongs
a life,
beyond visual cues,
an internal clock
boggles the mind,
when the standard suggests
time is relative.
~
Inside the moment
lies
a mortal choice.
Bored With Lust
I have become bored with lust,
well, that reciprocity thing is the cause
I suppose it was a matter of time,
before one more eye roll
while another shift in posture,
indeed, I imagine it was that glare,
caused me to suggest perhaps
aspirations were beginning to
falter in an exceedingly
pretentious sea of sardonic sanity.
~
I won’t make light of losing desire,
of withering toward an aging leaf,
crestfallen and snapping as life steps
firmly upon the soil of reality.
~
I’m simply bored with wanting when we wander
through life with constant parameters
explained attitudes,
suggestive glances,
delicious lips,
elegant strides
curvaceous smiles,
legs that would kill if given the chance …
‘hurt me please’
~
Yup, I’m a little tired of lust.
I Have These Needs
There is a fantasy life that lives with our dreams,
we imagine so little of our egos need screams
~
yet in the morning I find myself constantly yearning,
one might after years what’s this we are learning.
~
I tried one time, when the summer air was hot
only to discover that my needs well they’re not.
~
I wonder if desire is an acquired taste that sours
when even in a moment, we feel these lonely hours.
~
I once knew a time where desire and passion rampant
controlled our world, left me sated and impatient.
~
That’s one thing certainly while the skies remain
holding the same candor, the moon laughs in rain
~
I want to believe this is part of what we need to achieve
yet I fear that my actions may lend me to grieve.
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but only for awhile, because we all know true waking days,
we often discover we have been holding back our mores.
