Widening Mystery? Mortality

How do we control

Our dying elders last days?

Why the mystery that

Leads to finality

Of a person’s spirit

Their ability

to give us hope while

a certain knocking occurs

and each step in that direction

we try to control

we try to justify

to indicate our own soul

remains reliant upon their

quiet repose.

My confusion

Is constantly reminded

By the actions of God

We can’t decide when

Our moment is upon us

We can only pretend to believe

That it doesn’t happen yet

And when it does

We are left feeling afraid

Alone

Abandoned

All over again

Wondering what key

Remains to resolving

Questions

Now the sky is darkening as clouds

Journey across the horizon bearing shrouds.

Continues to Happen (autism awareness)

I walked past

… didn’t notice

kept on moving

felt this motion

I need to maintain

What happens around me

Just will continue

I’m counting on that

If I suddenly stop

I might need to breathe

Whoosh

In a day it seems

Everything around me

Continues to happen

And yet

If I were to stop

That attention

Moments of recognition

Create an internal anxiety

Leaves me helpless and scared

Inside my world

It seems on the outside

To have this inherent pain

My mechanics; my human

Priority

Is somehow different

I can’t explain

And that’s why I choose

Silence

I’m safer inside this world

Remaining untouched.

Although I’d like you to know this one thing …

Drive Me Home

In a matter of words

I am driven

To correct

Analyze

Delineate to a degree

Your words

My goal

Today

Might be to suggest

Your words are correct

Wrongly stated

Misplaced and drawn out

Over-zealous is over-used.

An English morning

Spent searching semantics

To correct your speech

Writing

The prescriptive sentence

An etiquette we teach

That allows you to venture forth

As society might permit

Just words

Yours

From the heart

Is my only request

You do that

You say it in such a manner

Then you will know

As your head speaks

So does that English rhythm

Look for it

And drive me home

With your attitude

New found balance

Ability to communicate

Speak

Write

Listen

To every word you emanate

And then the world seems complete

And that sentence nuance speaks again.

The Wall

My history now recalls a structure

That in its time designed to separate

One soul’s mindset valued from another

Evolved to suggest we eradicate

Our lives wind along in quiet repose

Crossing paths in mountains of hope we cry

To know all that allows society’s woes

May combat with our hearts should we deny

Each moment our eyes connect I am new

That lovely energy; delightful piece

Of my soul that suddenly becomes you

Sensual breeze; no obstacles just peace

So may our hearts decidedly embrace

Desire’s fortune elusive in His grace

Might Listen

I go to your school

Yea, I’m that guy

The one you know

But choose to

Ignore

I mean,

Granted you’re busy

Too ah, caught up

In trying to get along

To achieve

To feel that sense

Of what is the word-

Entitlement  …

No, I’m sorry

I didn’t mean that

Well, yes I did

You see

I see you everyday

But well,

And

I know

You see me

Paths cross

Moments define

The brush of a shoulder

Heading to class

And just that brief encounter

Thus far defines who you are to me

Who I am to you

Who might sea …

I walk past you

How our lives interact

In the eyes of our community

See?

Our worlds are labeled as different

Suggested the ‘Man’ to  everyone

Bully

I don’t like you

You scare me

When you look happy

I feel threatened

I don’t care about you

Just give me attention

When I hate you

People think I am happy

You understand right?

When I slap you it matters

You’re my investment

I have to hurt you …

So I, uh, well I’m not ready

I won’t apologize

For living this way

Not caring about you

I mean

I don’t know how to

Any more

Than you know how to

Prevent me from

Treating you like a

Discard

Discord

Distance

Dis me

And I will slap you …

People watching

Need to know

I won’t back down

Until you are crying

Until you recognize

The lies that you believe

Are simply the

Why

The why

The lie is why

I want to feel strong

People like me

People choose me

I’m a safe bet

I’m an American boy

Work Habits

I’m inside a forest

Been here before

Yet this isn’t serene

With peeks of sunlight

Through maples and pine

This one

Dark and scary contains the evils

My childhood remembers

You know

Quiet nights in my room

Hearing footsteps

Along the hallway

Not knowing

Or wondering

If they existed

Or was my heart pounding

With a certain fear

That memory

And tonight

Well that beat

That rhythmical pattern

Is present

As I imagine what lies ahead

What needs will arise

As I step gingerly through the brush

Not sure of my footing

And knowing that time before

Cannot be returned

And I adjust

Looking for a new path

Some guided tour perhaps

An acceptable journey

Without anxiety

No fear

Just quiet roads of thought

The forest is dark in a cavernous way

When logic has left an ocean surround.

Nature’s Patch

(A Patch)

Stepped into the sunlight

Tall grass around me

Imagined if I were to right

My world as the soil below me

I might grow for a time

Feeling sunlight’s energy

I may understand the sublime

Nature of life’s synergy

A long time ago

A good friend of mine

Suggested that when I go

Into the woods sometime

A rock, a branch, a blade of grass

To ponder a time to realize

How special this that will not last

Can be in a certain moment wise

And with each season

We are likely reborn

With all the new reason

As were our lives borne

For now in this moment in this quiet thatch

I lose myself assured within Nature’s patch.

Anxiety (Deeper Context)

When the night sky falls

and hearts begin to pound

simple truths lift walls

to allow notions profound

yet, why, are, we, sad

what remarks will make

our lives take turns

beating down for the sake

of having less returns

we, are, simple, people, that, unite, with, quiet, fears

Now tomorrow we rest

we realize that seems

that anxiety we addressed

might be a guided theme

of, wanton, passion, relate, well, our,

desire to decide our dreams.