I Wonder About Love

Oh it is true the feeling you might have,

the moment the mention,

the imagined response to knowing,

wanting, having, believing, sharing,

all the keywords that could be eternal,

always an option,

for it was told,

we could often recall,

the word, the name, the title,

the option,

… and yet we always do somehow return.

 

I will always remember

when being told,

the actions will speak from afar,

only if I might allow hesitation

to surround my being,

to create an obstacle toward

seeing

there is a certain Truth

to believing.

 

Yet I always return,

whenever the feeling seems right,

there a door opens,

and I do choose to walk,

walk right in,

answer the call,

remind myself of the

the, of the,

of Thee

bigger picture

beyond the wall.

 

I wonder if it is all so simple,

I do often try to recall.

To Know The Right Way

Oh, to go beyond the grasp,

the tangles that keep reminders alive,

there is the mystery of the mind,

what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in,

so that moving forward seems a reliable

resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.

 

Yes, without speaking in tangible terms,

leave it to the eyes to interpret,

disclose, determine in words,

what shall be thought to reserve judgment.

 

When standing on the street,

look into a man’s eyes,

is he relaxed, skeptical, terrible

in this seeming expression on a hot summer day.

 

While sitting in a local cafe,

she buried her face in paperwork,

a bomb goes off nearby and she doesn’t twitch,

for in our world we don’t feel explosions,

we only create war inside our brain,

that is the place we store the fuse, the powder keg,

the nuclear option to saving grace.

 

Oh, the notions of moving forward,

to know the right words,

to recognize complete action,

beyond simple presumptuous fiction.

How can a world determine,

peace,

when locked into the tenets of this

seemingly societal scrutiny,

makes allowances,

to suggest the human condition,

is flawed.

In Shadows

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Where my reality lives, I sometimes never know,

depends upon the breathing,

a slight rasp might mean finding an edge,

a smooth inhale is the sign of reaching an end.

I do know though,

when I glance to my side,

in a sunlit morning, I can see myself,

that part of me no one might ever understand,

yet it contains me,

all of me beyond the physical attributes,

that sometime do define who I am.

 

I like to hide from him,

as much as possible because the possibilities are endless

when I go about thinking all the mistakes he contains,

when the brilliance of my mind let’s loose,

and there is no where to turn except to jump in,

wait it out until sunset, at least then I might disappear.

 

I wish there might be the occasion when in a fleeting moment of forgetfulness,

he could gesture an implied consent,

a suggestive attribute of worthiness,

yet instead,

he lingers, waiting, watching, knowing,

what it is I might be wondering.

 

* photo found on Pinterest

When Reality Speaks

While we stood in line, the visions we imagine,

continue on their way, uninterrupted,

cold to the touch in manner of sensitive good.

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Shelter the soul of the hurt and desperate ideal

in the order of humanity’s mortality

we could find distraction to be our nemesis.

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Witness the truth of the vulnerable soulful man,

while life clicks on in pace,

we haven’t discovered a solution to death.

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In family there is the escalation of delightful

peace, the respect of inevitable time,

that which decides our strength to survive.

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Yet still we do sit in wait, in helpless purgatory,

knowing that there is that reality,

that certain choice we haven’t any clarity.

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Beyond the notion of the here and now,

there is a peace, we must embrace with love.

Knocking On Doors

I choose to navigate the open walkways,

a common thread

similarities in typical days

places I dread.

I wonder sometimes about certain choice

if we might know

just why it is we find the time to rejoice,

however swift hearts grow.

When a decision in retrospect is made

we sometime slow realize

that memory that conscience forbade,

will leave our wonder wise.

When a lift in melody caught sweet attention

the very source of gallantry

spoke aloud with strong desire to love, mention

in all its chivalry.

Welcome the moon in familiar tonight’s pattern

while the sky awaits morning light

a beautiful life we swift acknowledge in turn

when covering shadows in the night.

When only the naked mind is given allowance

In simple virtue our humanity’s bliss is chance.

If I Told You …

A long time ago I recall

I wasn’t so very tall

While the world passed

me by I felt I might ask

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Do we all walk around

while similarly frowned

upon by those the others,

‘Oh if I had my druthers’

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I’ve looked for a spaceship

traveling alone in silent slip

yet the skies always remain

a singular thoughtful domain

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I might suggest a newer route

one chock full with little doubt

I wanted only to know a way

to find happiness in a day.

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While the world does truly pass me by

I wonder when it is I might finally ask why

Thinking Out Loud … Again (Revised)

I’ve read and listened to a lot of opinion throughout the week centered around the Charleston tragedy. I have been trying to wrap my head around this new yet predictable nightmare in our society. I have read about the politicizing of real deaths at the hand of a racist. I’ve listened to the dialogue that suggests the different lens that applies to a White versus a Black assailant. I’ve heard the hate crime accusations, seen the picture comparing the arrest of a white or black person and the different techniques labeled with assessment of entitlement versus discrimination. I’m as disturbed by this as the next person. I am literally frozen with confusion over the tragedy in Charleston.

However, the most bothersome piece that aggravates me tonight is this. I have heard the notion that the President, our elected President of the United States – a position of such stature that I was raised to always publicly respect whether I agreed or disagreed with their views – be labeled a narcissist whose sole objective is to bring more spotlight to himself rather than offer condolence to the haunting pain the victims of the Charleston massacre are enduring. The man has stated that he has had to speak about this terroristic behavior in our own country more times than he cares to remember, yet, there are still people that want to crucify him for trying to be the spokesperson for change in the United States of America. He is the President, and speak on the tough issues is what he was elected to do. I’m afraid he cannot change the minds of those that refuse to listen for no other reason but to desecrate his term in office.

Despite the obvious, I still cannot fathom how our society can so easily pass the buck, blame other people, shed their focus on labeling and defaming the strong character of the POTUS, who is actively trying to address the issues that impact our Nation in the only manner he possibly can, by using the pulpit that he was asked to stand upon to represent the people when elected into office.

I’m not sure what it will take for people to understand the problems in our country are not the fault of the President of the United States. I’m not sure if people are able to fathom the true humanity that President Obama endures when he tries to speak to the needs of our country, and becomes simply the fodder for those that only want to diminish his position in office.

Let’s try for a moment to remember this turmoil is not about Barack Obama. This issue is not about a political agenda.

This turmoil is really about no one else but ourselves, our own inability to look in the mirror and recognize as individuals in this nation of suggested freedom, that we are responsible for the energy that creates or extinguishes the monsters that exist in and around us. Until we can truly face the music, and begin to listen and create the dialogue that offers resolution, collaboration, respect and forward thinking, we will always find an outlet like a President of color to hammer upon so we haven’t any need to look at ourselves. Please, look in the mirror.

We are a nation of entitlement. We need to get over ourselves and stop complaining and start loving one another unconditionally. Start moving forward.

There truly is a benefit to positive thinking. There is truly even a greater benefit to sharing a positive frame of mind in that collaboration. Let’s begin that dialogue as a nation. Until we can start a real conversation with one another, we will always find a way to cast blame and inevitably politicize our shortcomings.

Let’s not make our own insecurities and fear of communication feed a mission statement for defining who we are in our country. That certainly does not have to be who we are together in this struggle.

Think about where it is we all come from. Think about our roots before we use an easy out to shelter ourselves from being a part of the storm of hypocrisy we live and breathe every day in America. Instead, let’s begin to listen and recognize love. Peace.