Sliding doors

Down the hall
through the sliding doors
and behind that glass wall

you are waving

And I look around
at whom you see
anticipating
a wake up call

Come back to me

From behind that glass wall
through the sliding doors
and down the hall

But I'm no longer waiting

I am free


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Meet the qualifications

When faith no longer meets the qualification

where else could lie my heart
but in the centre of its cage
I never lost the line of our kite
the world-turning only hid its trace

When sense no longer meets the qualification

a rhythm to compliment ...
rhyme could be all it takes
but while our fenced idiom is dehydrating
this penning up of plenty still aches

When love no longer meets the qualification

you're clouding nothing to hide
this space was air; no roof nor floors
now filled with smoke that needs no water
to hide a search for hidden doors

When wisdom no longer meets the qualification

what tears apart, this vertigo start
a diving board into the wise
from what curled the corners of my mouth
to what could never really reach your eyes

When we no longer meet the qualification

slowly down the surface
we sink, but touch to compete
reach as far as we can thrust
and sing it, each and every time
we will meet


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Eonian cycle

looking at this globe through a porthole
is watching orbit ring a bell
sliding doors and open windows
it's all about kinetics
as far as i can tell

the harder I push to get away
the faster gravity promotes increasing speed
and destination pulls me back, to when
your presence still knocks me off my feet

again



.

This slow course

I'll protect you against harm
build a wall around you
dam the waters, sound the alarm
call to arms
to defend and surround you

I won't break
I'll bend
to shield you from the storm
depend on me
no matter what it takes
I'll be strong

never after too-late
but always before
I'll stop this wave from colliding
barricade this wrecking door
seal more sandbags to the sliding floor

my love,
I fear the fact that I don't feel it anymore


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Scent of essence

there is always this line
with which to measure perception
inch not near nor far
balance equals caption

empathise no longer
or sway from wall to door

eyes only, attention
scent of essence, touch its life
through here
and free the sea from shore


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Definitely indefinite

Still frozen in time
this bookmark postcard tattooed on my mind
Slivers of thought I'll always see
So much for fleeting imprint
that never gets away from me

I still read it very clearly

Who will remember
or really know
the man, squared by disbelievers
preaching redemption with show

Does fire always burn
and where is truth in gloomy clarity
Now we know that given time we learn
that contradiction is polarity

How have we been
since that defining connection
where over and ahead observing eyes met
Thoughts recorded,
instantly react
All very clearly
heading in an altered direction

Looking back that must've been
when we passed the point of no return
which marked the settling symbiosis
of dual counteraction

and probably made this into the analogy
of our chosen affection


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Impressions

Probably to escape reason;
multitude of meaning;
perhaps even meaningful complications

We simplify,
pick and paste
Familiar pieces
that suit our present taste

And wear them
on that cloak we dare not name
where for centuries we could reside,
.. and recite
but suddenly there's no fit
it's just another word for hide
but not a habit forever

So I changed, you say
there have always been crowds,
why now complain
The house felt bolted
without commit
my adaptation is just decay

So here I am,
sorry I could never see
that all's my fault,
indeed, in rhyme, entirely
for letting you assume
I gave up the fight
with words you never questioned
(but now ...)
or who labelled whom
with every solemn plight

but these are just impressions


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Regarding partiality

dare the one that hopes
there, there,

watch this going through the motions
of uncertain insecurity;
involuntary wondering,
hither and forth

fallen from stability
this void's trepidation

where are you? knowing for certain
this isn't the end of life
but (merely) love

Perfect fit

looking back
we left more
than just debris

no promises
but opportunities
to build a pellucid ruin

far from scavengers
hidden or semi truths
that will only break windows

shards of tiles
we wanted to remember
witnesses to our destruction
lie waiting for another view

to be picked
and re-assigned,
fit and paste

this mosaic
I could never see
semblance of our vibrant past
was always, somehow, a part
of our potential future

Wits' end

those hours spent in indecision
turned into months of waiting
for spring that never came

every single sign of growth
just anticipation?

one day
a lone encounter
might ground us again

watchful moments;
relentless attempts to sow
what could settle inside our heads

careful sprigs of expectation
for answers
we weren't already fed

but ironically,
you only wanted soil
to lay under,
deny all and forget

you never needed to see my reflection

rain falls in silence

still showering you your questions instead