Truth or Dare

In the movies, television, a good romantic novel, the writer might suggest whatever they like. The reader can live the fantasy without the consequence of experiencing the reality. If two people love one another, yet realize they cannot, then what happens to the game of truth or dare? Truth, I love you. Truth, I wonder about you 24/7. The reader is intrigued and drawn to the climax, wondering what will happen when the answer returns … could have been a dare, and then the game is over.

On Eyes

If you have looked in eyes,

beauty is there,

the chance of a moment to reflect

in each other’s soul

exists

when two lovers do allow time

to fall into the ocean of their eyes.

 

Time will move to forever

rather now

strings of shelter slip away

so beauty inside the passionate

nature of love

can explode like that sparkle

the glint, the sensuality

we might feel when we allow

the real of a moment

when relying only upon

the eyes.

 

I stand alone,

a person walks by,

we announce one another,

continue on our way,

and I know today,

there will be no one in my life

whose moment

I can count upon

to rest my weary heart

on eyes.

 

Oh to be inside the presence

of such is the lovely chance.

Listening to the Moody Blues

When I was just a kid,

I’d listen

there were rhythms with such skill,

I would look at a stone

on the ground

with a different lens

by the way the music spoke to my mind,

and I never understood why.

 

Then one day I found this song,

the lyrics of which,

struck me,

perhaps she was in my mind,

yet it seemed

so perfect,

every word crying to be heard,

“A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more”

 

Seemed so easy, to read the purpose

of ‘Isn’t Life Strange’

so fitting

telling us all to stop and breathe,

to realize the world the same,

perhaps not absolute,

yet certainly can we all fall in love,

yes we can,

for we do turn the page,

though we know

the words remain.

 

They could always be the same,

our lives, our loves, our words.

About People

I am going to write about

you today,

you wonder

’Is it me?’

In the mind of the reader

is it possible

to not know the pen

yet feel trauma in

the words.

 

I am going to write about

a feeling

we all might have

yet sometimes

well

more often,

maybe less for you,

depends upon our

own silent

interpretation.

 

I am going to write about

grief

and yes

this will be about you

because

that one day

when no one else seemed

to care

everyone did even perhaps

more than

we desire.

 

I am going to write about fantasy

we all have them

know

the moment, the place, the why,

quite easily the who

what, when, where

’how did I ever … ?’

get here.

 

I am going to write about …

well this one

this moment

a time we know,

well knew,

we know,

well wish we could

know.

I am going to, I will

one day

I will

again

I will write about

love

I will

write about you.

 

I am going to write about …

 


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

 

 

 

 

The Trivia of Suicidality

He looked her in the eye,

while she showered his ego,

his mind might wish to cry

he couldn’t reveal he might go.

 

Talk to me about life today,

how fortunate we are to live

how easy it is to simply step away

even just after looking so alive.

 

See that’s the beauty of conversation

knowing someone is listening,

the laughter, the genuine ideation

of this is our reality, keep it happening.

 

I drove home today imagining only

oncoming traffic coming my way,

I’m thankful I cannot get past the beauty

of letting each driver live lives without delay.

 

Imagine if one sudden move were to suggest

these really are the fears I cannot digest.

 


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

From Anywhere to Now

This is for you,

as we cross so many paths with people

in thought, in race, in notion,

in an emotional rollercoaster

sometimes tamed,

often times needing a long time tuning

for perhaps safety

or simple personal enjoyment.

 

It is here we discover fascination,

a reality drawn by fantasy,

a need to find reason

a desire to know passion

when last time we checked

our human condition was certainly

the same as the next …

 

yet it is the words, the constant change

to re create the constant.

 

good night sweet writers

A Quiet Man

If you noticed him on streets wearing opaque

we would be hard pressed to clear a new path

for man carries the weaponry of wrath

when suggestive measures his outlook take.

 

Standing on the street corner fare in hand

waits inside crowds of unknown ambition

Childhood agony (a) primary mission

He would wish happiness in a soft land.

 

The train will convey a sea of ideals

all begun with ambition spent by day

his a persona, quiet man per se

yet still his life will be amongst the reels

 

My eyes search swift similar to your own

Whence is this such peace serenity grown

 

 

Unable To Find Home

though one might

glance inside a world

pass judgment

imagine otherwise,

just how often are

we

a human being

some defined enigma

stricken within some

spoken reality

cast aside

by societal norm.

 

who is it determines

what to emphasize

which to honor

his mastery

this ‘cummings’  with words

when every turn of a

phrase

become The rhetoric

beyond whom is

our silent keeper

 

unable he shouted

only to realize waves

crashing always

nearby.

What It Is We Feel

When we look outside,

the physical landscape,

know the seasons,

understand the dawn,

when we look at the world around us,

we have a reason to wonder where we are.

 

One might suggest it is what we

allow to wander throughout our mind,

what it is

causes me to decide

that she is my central focus, and how

desire steps in silent with a strong arm.

 

Walk inside the world of a dreamer

realize how far we can reach,

what it is we believe, we fantasize, we hope

might be the shelter from this our

constant storm,

this we realize is the key to who we might want to be.

 

Who we are,

what it is,

what we want,

how we wander,

how wish is our dream,

what we feel,

 

how is it why we ever did begin to feel,

to know the love I know for you is real.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda