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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.
I wouldn’t say imagination,
instead, a spiral of twisting metal,
cracked concrete well below,
the shavings of slivers and dust where the legs go.
A night sky that looms in sunlight,
to the degree of a natural flight,
over here, this time, that afternoon, one year
in my life.
I sometimes want to cry,
cleanse the rings of deceit around my eyes,
then it’ll be okay.
Though that song plays out its course,
like a top 40
I tire of hoping for predictability
shed some light on
what the hell is the matter with me.
is an opportunity,
if we can remove ourselves from
I remember the time I was told to stop boring people
with sad old cliches.
I no longer use cliches.
I wonder about tomorrow
as fatigue melts away my desire to go away.
a cylindric mechanism,
always feeding upon a circular
atmosphere constant, needy response
to the world around no matter
time of day, an attitude
we are so fluid though
running through miles of tension
in search of an anchor to compensate I
we want to know a weighted yes
to the dreams we have
in those of us nearby
simple recall when the nigh speaks
peril a spiritual loss of energy in hope
dark shadows search suggestively
their inside bold voice
a beholder’s actual fear
that part of life’s proposal forgotten
yet, we can remember, we can ignite
a natural fire of forgiveness, might
any of us any day, hour
just now is a good time
the best opportunity to react, ask
hold court, a dialogue a piece of … life
for it isn’t inevitable to an ideology
of grace and elegance.
Seek a quiet moment …
Between the avalanche of emotion
That buries the crisis of reality
A figure appears
Hidden within the numbers
Dialogues that drift into the open air
Of dreary daylight
In hopes that our own world
Might be less restrained
Believe in your moment …
Upon the circle of life
We are all travelers
When a pain stirs in one’s heart
The feeling might bring memory
Of a different time
That opportunity when realized
Suggests a freer mind
Relates a rite of passage
Or, response to suggestions
All driven by spiritual passions
Will you feel better when the darkness …
Have I ever told you, in all honesty
My world is smaller than yours?
Self – righteous quandaries
Value driven requests
Plead your case
Drive your base intentions
Away from a common day
All too late
Longing to hide our lives
Within the human race
While a glance among the vibrant morning clouds,
Remind us of simple Grace; His quiet elegance.