May 23, 2012

wAche


Did you have a poem planned for my memorial service
I bet you will never ever tell me what it is
Inevitability says I will never hear it
Unless of course you believe the inevitable allows one’s witness
It hurts you know, knowing this end
All that will be missed, the lives shared, the life we may have shared
In truth I did try, I truly did and did so in truth
Yet the inevitability of who and what we are
Well it just was never going to work to our end was it
And now it is ending.  I can feel the life ebb
My vessel growing weak with age, the pain
God, I will miss so much
Yet, I am grateful.  There is so much left behind
And all of it, you, these stories, this experience, me
All of it a collective memory
To become the lore, my legend, to be passed until generations forget
Be kind to me, in your poem
Be kind please.

Fact


Truth is an end to itself
It requires no other justification
Affable the lie
Yet it leaves a line of desolation
Beginning with self
And destroying the trust
Finishing with loved
Finally destroying self again

Honest sincere frank candid
These things can all so hurt
But they are also truth
And thus requires
No other

Many sides thus
Pain and freedom assured
Only through acceptance
Of truth only

May 21, 2012

Cautivar


A fractional second to fractural limb
Caught!
A memory so vivid……clunk, whining steel on steel, rust flakes expunged, hope against reality, pain, grief.
OMG says who, trapped.
And now what?
Some necrotic enthraller shall feast?
Prey pray give thanks
Bless us oh Lord for these gifts
Really not
Reality is equivalence is far better
No wish of possession a desire for loyalty
Parity this exchange and remaining change
Is the sharing

Imprecate Exhibit


What circus will you attend
Three rings of activity
A jugglers act of showmanship
The greatest show ever
But your audience is confused
What, they ask
Is the precise point

None needed one supposes


The comedy is license
To perform radical works
In vain understanding
That no one thespian
Will know what they do

They will perform in their art
To accolades and critical acclaim
Hurrah to you
Wonder from them
Wondering then what they see and ascertain


Living hand to mouth
For acceptance
And understanding
Gone then into oblivion
Further than ever past
With hope to return once again
To be in the evermore

May 20, 2012

Imprecate Isolate


This mind fills with noise
And meaning
Understood and misunderstood
It craves the natural solitude

Please be silent
This space is overfilled
And needs expansion once again
Stay close from afar
Or afar if unable

Will they be there
When once again they are ready
Or will solitude exhume
A nation of seclusion
Going through the actions
With vain hope of being noticed