Reeling in Midnight’s Anxiety

Glance toward the sky

the mood,

the more I think about

the lunacy; the absurd

notions sweep

across mind’s eye

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Guide me through the havoc,

let me at least

find a way to calm

an edgy hallowing urgency,

cross paths with my ego,

find the setting sun to be surreal.

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Grant me one wish

while baying at the shadowed

illumination. Every participant,

each contribution

clouds, a steady breeze, night chill,

the lights of the city mean little to me tonight.

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I felt the presence of a strange reality,

then the sky arose to speak of sanity.

My Addictive Personality

No matter the level of scrutiny,

I will lower the boom on my security

until I can no longer touch the bottom

floating endlessly in the sea of

dysfunction.

When out in the current,

I cannot see land,

it doesn’t exist except for the occasional

tease of sand between my toes,

not enough to keep my head above water,

or perhaps just then,

a wave slaps me backward into a flurry

of indecision, of prayer, of redemption, of

endless derision.

Of course when I do have an opportunity to breathe,

I am grateful,

I recall the heavy seas, pulling me away,

when grounded,

I begin to question,

how foolish it was to imagine,

I could live that long in suspended disbelief.

Inside the bubble of denial

my addictive personality

could survive forever,

long after my last gasp.

When Time Stops

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That sense of knowing there is a horror

only looms ahead,

a psychological twist beneath the surface

longing and waiting,

Every thought and notion and ideal dangles

in quiet yearn nearby,

Have you ever wondered about a way, a sign of

heartfelt resolution,

long before the incident occurs, the timeless

agony clings to the moment.

When once the sun would shine in brilliance, now

melancholy certain revels.

I wish we would once in a while very simply

without errant word understand!

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I stood on the edge of a cliff,

could feel the rocks shifting

below in manner suspect.

I knew in a breath the slide

could occur and then it began …

I took a step back afraid,

I wasn’t ready to fly away,

I needed grounding, strength

to remain where life began.

I reached down and in my hand

held that rock, unstable

as it was in damp soil,

now it held strong,

impenetrable and stoic,

I felt the smooth surface

with concerned fingertips,

I would have lost sight

of its beauty had I flown.

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I suppose there is a time

when everything can stop,

time stands still,

time remains

for me, my soul, my life

to reach beyond my fears,

accept those challenges ahead,

recognize there is humanity,

believe life can begin again,

without slipping upon

an endless trail.

Reckoning Waves

Only the brief moments

staring us in the face

just short of resentments

a chance to self-efface

could allow our soul freedom

from the daily burden

that reality of our fiefdom

the place we value when …

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We have figured it out

all the answers generate

new ideals, walking about

we can now commiserate

upon reached ideals

new steps toward a bliss

we have recognized our zeals,

an attainable, sweet-like kiss.

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Yet, there is that other piece

when everyone around seems

impacted by a natural peace

interfering with quiet dreams

that welcome new horizons

those that create a stir

those that suggest opinions

force sharp ideals to defer.

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When is the right time to decide

as the world begins another day

such reckoning waves lie beside

hopes, notions that point away

to indecision and personal gain.

We are a sorry lot of humanity

caught in the paradigm of pain

slapping slowly at our sanity.