Looking The Part

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Wonder the curling fingertips,

the adamant task

drawing locks

security

in the presence of life.

 

Check austere provisions,

a smooth swiff,

filling jars,

a man pacing the room,

always in a wonder of how.

 

A picture of human interaction

“I’m going solo”

spoke a gentleman java guide,

off to the focal point

where lives intermingle alone.

 

Yet, interaction, a game,

or is it truth

that sets aside

an intellect

beyond the comfort zone.

 

The breeze outside

wafting wide open screen,

leaves, dance in

unison

the humanity of life.

 

Would one wonder,

if the hand swiping a sallow

brow

similar to their own,

a night before when alone.

 

A line of laptops

give quiet indication

we have all been here

before,

in certain wander we atone.

 

Sweet is the humanity

of discrete passion

for the moment,

the privacy

yet Vicinity wills love.

Being Real

Certainly, life is a challenge,

wake up to a peaceful sunlit morning,

compelled to go back to dreams,

life is waiting with a plundering notion,

at least,

that’s what a voice tells me,

when trying to ascertain,

getting a grip, get a grip, get a grasp,

we all do grapple with a sweet ideal,

when not met, forgotten,

when we seem oblivious to the plan,

whose plan, The Man,

yeah, the Man seems to drive our …

I woke up an hour later,

wondering how I had fallen into,

fallen off, fell forward, free for all,

landing in whatever state of mind I might choose.

What’s Really Happening

Ever wonder,

when you look them in the eye,

if their response

is a genuine effort to lie.

A mean-spirited man once said to me,

if you wait around, you die.

 

Ever wander

through a day and sigh,

just not sure how to complete a moment,

instead letting it pass,

by listening to the tick, a steady reminder,

of every lackluster effort

we decry.

 

Ever wonder,

what it is like to

find the answer

without actually recognizing why,

said the man,

to the other man,

who thought of the man,

to be lesser than

the Man.

In High School We Believed

Everything

mattered, occurred, became known,

whether we wanted notoriety

or a simple life as a student.

 

Remember walking the halls,

feeling the eyes,

wondering about thinking

that could expose your own state of mind.

 

I remember they told me otherwise,

so I trusted their ideal,

and when the walls caved in

they were nowhere to be found.

 

I remember the rumors,

she was so beautiful,

carried such a wonderful spirit,

no one would understand the hate in mirrors.

 

In high school, we lived many different lives,

some would last a week,

others perhaps a couple of days,

it only mattered if we could find definition.

 

When the word arrived in our mind,

how could we possibly imagine

telling anyone, especially those eyes we were

already afraid of, deathly afraid of knowing.

 

While the world seemed different outside,

internal walls protected our sanity

only when we accepted ourselves in earnest,

if not, we relied upon a mask.

 

Though the transparency, when noticed,

became the final reckoning, we did understand.

always just a little late …

Where Time Lays Path

~

If a measure could suggest definition,

Would we cease succession of passion.

While all around humanity play travails

Might we all become a cutting prevails.

~

Search the world over for recompense

Only then discover all momentous tense

Realizations begin only again when slow

Mind unyielding decides somehow show.

~

When in childhood needn’t depend on time

Only marvels and wonder were made of thyme,

A recipe in growth in satisfaction newly gained

When all the others left and just he remained.

~

In writing, the paths we take are all we release,

In knowing, in hoping, in trial we find peace.

Take Me Home

i wandered along the river bank,

a crystal churn of noise nearby

always a good reminder of life

when caught inside the chasm’s grip.

~

There lies inside the mind

a certain ineptitude

when given an opportunity

to seize our clues to good.

~

Easily pulled inside the current

our waves of deceit to follow

welcome only the pure horrid

reality of knowing our truth.

~

step lightly on soils drawn

into the waters so fragile

our lives remain moving

forward in a straight line

~

wind, that pulls apart

our soul and manner

of living, to dream

a bit  downstream

~

I wonder how many

times, the river cross

I might bear again,

in hopes of home.

~

Perhaps a seat cushion

the soil damp on skin,

in Nature’s grasp

I win the freedom to live

~

What ails the heart soon

drawn along the river’s edge.

Afterwards or After Words

that resignation,

when quiet in a solemn shadow

that realization

perhaps we speak too freely,

yet,

when do the decisive opines

matter.

Every time a catharsis is deemed

epiphany

we measure the balance

between two worlds …

knowing and wishing,

reacting and accepting

suggesting and listening.

Next morning, the light is revealed,

methodology redefined, another start

to cyclical survival, a piece of the world.

So often we hear our pulse,

speaking to the day’s energy,

wondering how we got here,

curious if this was the right timing,

or if that impulsive part of our lives,

espouses just a tad too clearly …

while outside in the evening breeze,

starlight dances the universal dream.

Sweet Ode to Her Eyes

Music will light up the night

Visions in tear-drawn windows

Sweet sounds to remind

Time in essence

Do you ever recall exact meaning?

We met one summer

Taking classes or just noticing

A certain intrigue

Drew our lives together

We played with our own desires

Drawing nearer

Letting caution be our muse

~

I remember you

There was this gold string sash

You put it in my hands

Before the party

My teenage insecurities

Wouldn’t let me realize

The energy around that sash

Your fingertips in my hands

While wrapping string

Around my naiveté

I remember your smile

Eyes shining in the evening sky

Lips curled with a sweet

Clever knowing grin

A caution held in a sash

~

Years went by, and a visit

Drew us together again

My sister was always sharp

She knew long before I did

And we chuckled

That brief evening

When I kissed you …

I might almost recall the fabric

Your jean jacket

As my hands held your shoulders

And you leaned into me

We borrowed only for a moment

A neighbor’s wall outside a party

And chuckled away

Letting caution be our muse

~

The beauty of time

Two souls travel distance

And yet I came home again

Standing in a crowded room

Feeling ambiance and years

Moods that could channel souls

Quiet in my own mind I wondered

Leaned against the wall

Noticing strangers

When my eyes opened

You stood before me

I recognized your smile

Your eyes sparkled with

That knowing grin

Immediate conversations

Took us long into night

A romantic park bench

Moment in endless hours

There was only time

To grace one another’s past

And offer fresh retellings

Each word with allowance

Knowing caution was our muse

~

Our next reunion

A social media moment

When a text finds a friend

In the twilight

Welcoming coffee

And strong dialogue

We talked of family

Of love

Of life and sisters

Children and fortune

Certainly without the material wealth

But how the soul feels

Within those moments

Your heart, compassion

Beauty, grace, elegance

All of those words you deny

Were spoken in the sweet windows

Of your eyes

Laughing over ice cream

Caution is human nature’s muse

~

While the moon in night amber

Beckons our mind to figure out why

Know your eyes will give expression

In their reaching desire to recognize

How purpose drives our spirits

To define that mystique of passion

That romantic interlude

Between the real and imagined

When in a song we might recall

While suggesting otherwise

Our peace can be held in our hands

Knowing we may touch someone’s heart

(Eyes do, will, can, have touched our hearts)

Let time become our nostalgic sojourn

Well beyond the Grace of caution’s muse

Again, Humanity is Flawed

I walk into school

Thinking of you

We will start our morning

Sharing stories and glowing

~

I walk into school

Wishing for you

Together our quiet thoughts

Will share our childish wants

~

I walk into school

Imagining how you

Might help me know happiness

While we commiserate our stress

~

Yet I don’t anticipate this

I won’t imagine duress

The idea of something amiss

Remnants of a shotgun blast

~

I will be your memory today

While you imagine me

Start your morning in peace

Only tears we may release

~

I will be your memory today

While the human spirit’s enemy

Remains under constant scrutiny

Just let me desire your humanity

~

I will be your memory today

While your world continues forward

Believe that love is guiding you

Beyond this truly painful blue

~

While outside there is a semantic battle

Suggests my world and yours are erred

Scream at me with quiet judgment

Allow this moment’s glaring testament

~

I am your visual reality

When now you walk alone

And slowly we will regain resilience

Upon the terror of  a world’s conscience

~

I am your visual reality

When life ends without notice

The argument of hateful resonance

Begins in hatred’s own renaissance

~

I am your visual reality

When homophobic dialogue

Reflects an opinion we despise

Allows our voice to become wise

~

While outside the violent world manifests its decay

My spirit will remain strong and help you on your way.

I Could Lie Awake

When nightfall becomes apparent

I could lie awake

Hopeful, wistful, clearly drawn

By life’s little choices

~

I might

Watch a movie

Read a book

Notice an argument

Quiet in my repose

While the world continues to evolve

Wondering just how far

The mind will reach

Today

This moment

This hour

On this day

~

What is it that becomes any different

Triggers a response

A dead celebrity

A notion in the mind

What drives our lives

To be hopeful to train our souls to recognize

The mind

Just as it is now in the moment

That is the now

That now

The immediacy of our lives

Is the NOW

~

I could lie awake

And feel less compelled

To apologize

Than when I lay asleep