I would live there,
near all the action,
where a million different lives,
were modeled around
to be no different,
to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.
I would live on that block,
I could fall in love with the feeling,
of finally understanding,
we might just as well,
be the same as the other,
rather than continue the battle.
I would live there
if I could have you …
live the world in happy,
to fashion each other’s eyes.
It’s when the world collapses around
no longer are the faces friendly,
almost dumb stares,
they seem frozen within the construct of time.
I stood in line awhile,
almost enough time to forgive myself,
they laughed at first,
a comical reunion of sorts,
recalling happier times, childlike times,
until there was the finality of our reality.
The body wants to react,
yet is told not to,
someone might see,
some person along the avenue
might feel differently about you today,
then yesterday when smiles gave you away.
I wondered if I might ever find resolve,
this burden of truth, a lifestyle
when all else seemed to fail,
except an element of shame,
‘a tolerant world no longer cares.’
Fight the battle,
suggests emotion, a layered
response to years of oppression,
suddenly surfacing in town halls,
museums, corporate offices,
and the home of best friends.
The shelter piece,
that’s what is …
There can be this vacant silence,
I have felt it
so often, struggled to accept, to understand,
and yet every moment it envelops my world,
becomes a torment,
the wheels of my mind roll on,
she continues her mystique, and yet, I am here alone,
wanting to blame someone else besides myself,
so I withdraw, become quiet, probably obstinate,
as the sadness rolls in to my being,
and the skies are blue, and the sunlight easily lost in shade,
while my eyes do continue the search.
is all I receive in kind,
suddenly my purpose does change,
to such a marvelous degree,
that when it appears my desire to be,
begins its own personal travel,
the fire lit,
the vacancy gone,
surely filled with the grace of her goodness.
She wants to call it intrigue,
and I want to label it elegance,
society would suggest refined wonder,
and I would call it beauty,
her world would suggest status quo,
and I would argue beyond wonder,
so delightful, simply sensual,
an essence of certain sweet embodiment,
that in a word,
sends me to that settling place,
where nothing can ever possibly matter,
beyond her word,
Oh to know this is the right,
it is in this amount of gathered energy,
to forecast the right morning,
the perfect afternoon,
a blissful evening,
and then to add … more time
When we plan our lives around
a certain favor, a pleasing introduction,
a realized shared opportunity to
when we might understand,
this was meant to happen just this way,
no one might answer any of the reasoning why,
we just did,
we knew without wondering we would.
and then to add … more time
Now chapters along in the journey,
we might begin to recognize stirrings,
perhaps our lives are in different,
parallels, or regions we sometimes cannot predict,
yet in our mind,
we visualize time,
we know we are always there,
if we can only find the right
the moment suggests,
we have designed our lives.
and then to add … more time
if we continue to try,
we might find we have lost
only that quiet unravel,
takes such little time …
print – Salvador Dali – The Persistence of Memory
Oh I have tried,
I do love you with all my being,
and would sacrifice a world,
one filled with reputation and avarice,
for the soul that might challenge
a societal norm.
How often would I tell her
she completes the essence of my reason
to examine any notion in my mind.
How easily could I look in her eyes
and tell exactly what it was that mattered
to me in the moment.
It is always you,
all ways lead to your heart,
and it is me that breaks the path,
by locking onto selfish needs,
rather than the appreciation of just how
magical my life has become with you by my side.
Oh to vent a passion like ours,
would write volumes of beauty and grace,
carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts
that symbolize summers and hot spring days,
and impulsive scenarios where two people,
just allowed life to take them in its arms,
and kneel before the starlit sky,
a kiss, a smile, a gasp,
and it was then,
I knew I could know no other love.
Have we been replaced?
the crumpled being in the corner mumbled,
to a jury of peers
who in quiet realize,
believe they will never allow themselves …
Yet his clothes are shabby,
the same pinstripe with a Jerry Garcia tie
pink button down oxford, and well-shined shoes,
he possessed years earlier,
during that last summit,
the day he resigned from today’s society.
Still, no one wonders where he is,
why he became,
how a life can turn beyond,
the normalcy of the human condition.
The new normal some might argue,
he might argue,
she might not care anymore,
given all the energy she spent defending
a frame of mind,
he no longer understood, or chose to wonder …
The idealism in surprise,
the beauty of spontaneity,
the sacrifice of one’s own belief system,
in order to complement
We are all too easily duped
by pretty sights,
and warm surroundings,
to such a degree of departure,
we sometimes do forget …
the crumpled man in soft murmurs.
I have left different pieces,
a heartbreak here,
oh sure a typical fare,
a part of my soul belongs over there,
and somehow along the way,
I always discover another day.
There is this mountain top,
oh not the ‘free at last’ memoir,
yet, it is a place where I recall,
I left many pieces of me there that day,
having since noticed it to be paved away.
I can grasp the reality of my way,
only as one would suggest,
when all of my chakra’ point a similar way,
that is the truth,
a place where seldom might I hide,
the easily swayed part of me I’d say.
I fell in love with her this way,
a manner I’d speak of only with she,
while eyes would take me to new regions,
well beyond the hilltop, inside a forest
one might imply,
is the only place a wild remote may stay.
Those pieces of my life,
I’d sometime rather not say,
would help define the whole of me today,
if only I could ever balance,
ever discover that natural breeze,
helps cool the rage remains when run astray.