fait accompli

I am searching for sympathy in sound

but sometimes
even truth cannot unveil
the complexity
of initial intent

and I hate the seconds, minutes
turning into hours and days

weeks and months
become eventually years
of expectations

whispers fade
and memory recreates
a different, bearable story;
but, ending always in finding
what we cannot grasp

this cycle encircles us again
and again
until every moment of slumber is welcome:
close me in to forget

a synchronised drumming
turning fractions into fractures
in hours, days and months
...
of racing up that slope

where we are always one second too-late in time
desire is a blinding eye to the die
that's been already cast

so haunt me,
but I will fight your expectations
that when we finally start meeting,
will stop beating
one second, too fast



.

Posture

many composed drafts later
but still,
empty space is not enough

no memories left of words unsaid
sealed,
don't cough up

tongue tied,
knotted deep within
fear confused with pride
emotion always with sin

and I am envious
of your eyes;
see this wind
not feel its pain, to the core
recognise the folly:
this umbrella against the rain
but,
no more

trade my saline taste
detach, my shoulder
take these senses;
secure this cast
become the beholder

forsake etch, take-in sight

where can I find this place
of no more torment

my impressed stance in which to hide



.

Away

who stopped the rain from falling
who summoned this wind
to cast that screen of white fluff
away, into the blue
we name this, no more
we banish to acknowledge; we rebuff

who knew this self fulfilling prophecy
of pain from loosing over-absorbability
what judgement lies in that?
who knows what we have lost
what gave away adaptive clarity?
what we won't miss until once had


.

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


.

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


.

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


.

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


.

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


.

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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