Reverie

I am on the reverse side of you,
looking through the breach
that separates

No longer the opposites,
we’ve never been

As we grew older (not wiser),
our distance seemingly increased

Did you ever see
how my eyes never stopped to plead,
I wonder

My hungry mind shivers,
thinking this could be our final chance

And how can I know
(in present tense)
that you have locked yourself,
bound by blinding words,
born from the illusion,
inside your own dimension?


..

Coalesce

to describe, I’d use vibrant colours
round words, no angles

softly spoken syllables
healing from within

deep, heavy layers of warmth and light
to soothe and let us be, not have been

one sip of this almost abstruse sound
and oceans of thought take flight

we were blind when we delved

and it took canyons, filled with wasted time
to realise
we slowly killed ourselves
when we starved each other


..

Fourteen

Is there pain in numbers?
An awkward silence
when inquiry stops
…

Or a preferable skip
- to go ahead -
- don’t notice no mention -
an
- I don’t mind that you forget -

But I do

And yes there is

…


Considerate discretion …

Expressive with existence,
my number’s almost up now
and I still, can never fit

do you not see it?

what was that,
all I ever wanted?



(30-05-2010)


..

On the morrow

the dust slowly falls
on the ruins from distortion
where eyes cannot decipher change

for distraction
I focus on a single point

watching substance
touching down

slowly but surely
and securely in succession

I wait for it to dull the river
with a mourning veil

carrying my thoughts
to their final place


..

Stronger

I became myself today
In a circle of silence
A perfect centre sans thought
… Blocking out the memory

And didn’t see the tears

I found myself today
In a pool of water
A saline float, drifting
… Locking out the pain

And didn’t feel the fears

I stopped moving today
Full centre;
The axis within my Faraday walls
… Where a semblance of me appears

Boldly, thereat

And in the end, I acknowledge
That it is scars
That make me whole


But this “In the end” (heaven help me)
Is not just yet


..

Matter

at the moment of touch
the second to its leading
one look …
gives way to anticipated pleading
to feel

heed neglect and ignore
forcefully pushed away, this shore
wave, protective and bold
freezing everything it holds

to sedate betrayals faith
the nights I didn’t sleep
the days I couldn’t wait

implode to never unfold

and breath it, air deprived
afraid to let go of misery
for fear of losing everything

and regardless all, God forbid,
you still are my death, revived


..

Rugged

weaving on which we tread
bare footed, we appear,
interpolated fabric
from our innocent there to here

writing what we read
segment after segment
with colour we feed
a suture of divergencys
from fragment


..

Finder

My worst fear
is to be found
unworthy,
undesirable
or –able

A fleeting memory
to those who
mean more to me
than to themselves

I paste myself
in silent spaces,
inconspicuously
and pretend to not care

All the while,
desperately folding,
slowly moulding
a single thought
at a time,
here and there

and PAUSE …

where time stands still
… watch that dandelion moment …
reflecting fragilely
many alternate directions

It seems that no one’s trading places anymore,
uncertain where its fickleness will lead?

The sheer need,
to feel that wind
No fear of flying
A shame, I know
And gravitating underground
thát full of hope
Spreading wings until …

-you see-

there is reason enough to call for it:

Architecting Eternity


..

Identified

the sun slowly finds its way
above the field
on this late-winter morning

there is that opposite
when darkness drifts away

hear it in the song
the first birds start to listen
for its silence
before the (inevitable) call

brume rises above the lake
surrounding the island in thought

and careful names
take off into the sky;
trial tastes
for something
they have never seen

a nervous shivering ground
fed by the rumble deep below the surface
predicts that maybe today …. this hour?
if not, this week … this month, surely!
it will show the face belonging

eagerly waiting
for unavoidable change
these are the waves
sinuating through the veil
on not just any turf,

but ours


..

Substance

your words still mark my skin
where you held me close

underneath new layers of protection
they continue to sink in

a dialectic process
impossible to stop;

the reasonable merger will win

but still, I wonder
why distinction fails

and simultaneously aim for the centre
of what then must be
a burlesque culmination

and reach the paradigm shift

who knew the odds
that while inherent aversion
was all we had

we came to face
a dialogical knit equation


..

Next year ll

Next year, maybe next year
it'll all be back on line

Somewhat wiser over night
less the fighter without sight

Next year, maybe next year...
you won't take it back


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