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Finding Voice
I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway,
only because I knew no one would notice,
well, they did, and their doors shut,
I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.
The manicured lawns,
similarly styled rose gardens,
the roof repair and invisible fences,
street signs that suggested we all slow down.
I glanced around and decided to scream outloud again,
more doors shut,
the street seemed to empty in a silence
more apparent than I’d noticed before my unravel.
I stood there for a long time
watched kids on their bicycles take the corner before
having to coast past the man at the end of the driveway,
I realized for the first time I might have been noticed.
I walked back up to my garage,
played some music while drilling some wood,
the sweat on my brow, I wiped with my forearm,
I glanced at the street, a squad rode by … I waved.
Solo
If
while
barren
hallways
become invitations
are we lost
inside
our
own
fearful
conceptual
absolute reality.
Sitting alone
today
I ws forced
to imagine
where everyone
might choose to be
rather than with me,
yet instead crossed my mind,
the notion,
what compels me to hide
in empty spaces.
When there it seems
compelling
lately,
just recently,
really,
that I am the only one,
when another walks in the space
I occupy
solo.
In The Quiet
Her voice,
for years my guiding melody,
such sweet surreal
knowledge.
When I was a kid,
I remember wondering if
always unsure,
was she walking or going away,
the tears wouldn’t stop,
I waited,
that’s when I learned the true meaning
of abandon …
When I can sit and write these words,
how might I define the rivers in my eyes?
somewhere out there,
the sky so longing,
somehow I do know there is a reckoning,
yet my only wish as I
imagine
is that she might tell me how to get there.
For now I remain in the quiet of her memory.
I Remember Hallways
I remember eyes wandering,
hiding behind cedar posts,
paying more attention to the tiles,
until common footsteps
might begin again.
My bench in the center of two seas
swaying toward and moving away
ascending and crossing paths
smiles and scorns
tired looks, and glaring fear.
I remember
hiding in plain sight
hiding in plain sight
hiding in pain’s flight
while all of you kept your lives in check.
I remember wondering
if the waves of human condition
might ever stop
might slow down only for a minute
a second or two of time,
always remember wandering,
or wondering,
where the lives belong,
where the time had gone.
Subjective Glance – A Sonnet
One moment smiling and the next staring
Interactions in a public setting
That quiet notice, affect disappears
While worlds revolve alone surely glaring
Upon each other, likened blood-letting.
Vulnerable, practices masking fears,
Each time we step outside our remedy
There waits another, sordid malady.
If ever we might laugh a genuine
Note of honesty certain, seems serene.
Delightful realities, open minds
Live freedoms without the constant rewind,
The subjective nature holds a release,
Leveled obstacles scrutinize our peace.
Sitting Alone
I called
out
and spent the rest of the time
wondering
about
why I sometimes feel lacking,
timing is off
tick, tick, tick.
Yet in the morning the golden amber
of sunlight will streak the sky,
daylight will not be prevented
no matter how hard I try, to stay awake at nigh-
I am
sitting alone
in a world of thousands,
spectators,
that forgot about the game at hand
too busy getting concessions for their best value
when then can I defend my actions
if while I allow the negativity of the day
coarse through my veins
I’m left with little but
reality of my own actions
my own clock
tick, tick, tick.
That would suggest we are just past the
half hour, or is it fifty, or minutes remain
hard to say when the trivial
Nature of life and why we exist
becomes,
just that.
Alone
without guidance, a fleeting notion,
one that suggests
despite our desire to embody frustration
there is a force greater than us.
Look outside tonight,
see the moon obvious
filled with the pitch of that morning sunlight
shining, beckoning, over seeing
my world tonight,
alone,
though others generally see it as well.
The moon I mean, when I am alone.
