even in the silence of the wilderness; thrive

unrely on ignorant accusations,

for only they color poisonous thoughts with blissful fantasies and grand delusions

[stroked with delicate precision of ink tainted with heartaches blood]

marked unfit for those thriving nakedly under the truthful sun

 

and

deception, which can feed never on the freedom,

of those sincere in seeking all which cannot fade,

will touch you if you let it

 

 

even in the silence of the wilderness; thrive

the black velvet bow of time

i found within myself the crevices and reality

feeding swollen veins with unrequited heartache,

embracing the comfort held beneath the dull photographs [i call home]

ticking hands pounded violently between my saddened ears

branding each page of recollection with staggered syllables

tugging and prodding at the deception masked within your name

 

the memories became tangible and frail, i stood at a distance

visiting every instance of unpromise’s rapturous kiss

and watched as his hands united the black velvet bow

the crevices swallowed the loss of heartache’s scars

and plucked the crumbs of a poisoned lover’s foolish mess

 

but,

i cannot bask beneath the rays of instances and photographs

for shadows mask the quiet wings of crevices and letting go

instead, i nestle in the arms of loneliness

finding forever in a day

 

“Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer’s loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.” -Ernest Hemingway

insanities deceptions

i know the past lays just as bitter

as the mistakes of our insanity

driving ourselves into the very hell

to which we despicably cringe

and have somehow [despite the odds] escaped

 

the deception, etches deeper

as we let each false pretense

slowly consume every blessing

swaying us from the truth

into a reality of darkness

 

choices, we have all made them

some more heinous than the rest

still, though every blunder pollutes each hope

time and perseverance repair

and molds us into a firm, solid soul

 

suffering we have laid upon the ones we love

is easy to escape through sorcery

and perfectly perfected cocktails of death,

but either path leaves us with the same results,

a dreadful past and a grueling road ahead

 

the only process that heals

tortuously burns us as we stumble through the fire,

melting away every ounce of dross

only to refines us as pure as gold

malleable, but no longer dosed with impurity

 

 

Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”

-Albert Einstein

but, the alternative is loneliness

RECKLESS, i know

to let you doctor the very heart

that sustains each breath

which gives and takes

the simple life i have been dealt

 

but no more is the risk

than that of a simple flight

of the bird that soars

beyond the safety of his flock

into a tactless journey

 

aware that a swift breeze

can cause him to plummet

into the very abyss

that framed his life

restricting every chance at happiness

 

captured in the freedom of knowing

unlike the stinging taste of the unknown

to which can never be satisfied

a life pressed with questions

only attained through safety

 

settling for second best

living the very life that

leaves you gasping for air

as you awake from a nightmare, choking

though that nightmare is your reality

 

so i, willingly place my heart

into your flawed supple, palpable hands

and take a chance on finding the simple treasure

that will sustain our lives

beyond human comprehension

 

a love so attainable

even the grave could not undo

an instance

of anything, to which nothing

can compare

love, so resilient

somewhere, i know you hear me

laden with useless thoughts

that have led you only to believe

of that which was otherwise the truth

 

swollen, drenched in pearls of clouded judgment

have you not, yet, separated black with white

laced with gingered satin between syllables

vexed with your head and heart

 

uncertain as to which way the wind will blow

instead of plucking the very soul from within you

you rapture beneath those who delight in your laugh

contending with every breath that gives life

 

can you not see beyond the grassy hills

into the rich meadows where you once danced

[twirled] when time was irrelevant, insignificant

where, a singular moment, two hearts were woven into one

 

we have somehow collided so gracefully

glimpses of sunlight burn through your hardened pain

and melt away each touch of fear that bound you from freedom

leaving you whole, tangible

 

as the vine buds from one season to the next

and as the universe trims each lifeless branch

each loss will soon be forgotten

mending every torn thread, limp and undone

 

compelling your eyes to finally see

what your heart has whispered to you [softly]

embracing each young seed, that roots

deep within your soul, rising to a mighty tree

 

 

(love you’re fighting a lonely battle you have pursued

through distortions of the past, which can never be

sorted through. pushing away each diamond, though flawed,

projects a perfect prism, of which none other is the same.

stand beside me. we can laugh beneath the moon, and bask

in its glorious halo; falling further into untouchable love.)

i’ve fallen short [again]

must i fall, how many times

to learn [finally]

how to walk straight

safety is what You have given me

i, nothing in return

tread lightly so you wouldn’t hear me

you knew – though – before i left

that soon id return

your forgiving, loving, merciful arms

so delicately hold my entire being

to which this life, no longer mine

i’ve given back to you

 

Lord, You are more than enough for me.

i chased the river – but it won’t chase me

shattered

this heart i placed in your hand

how the lilac stings when it grazes my skin

 

chasing the river that keeps on running

if i, pursue to find it

why should a river find me

 

-have any interest unless i dare to step in-

 

vibrations worth more than love

believe, heart says first

mind, knows you put me last

 

rushing river – unpredictable

this, i understand

 

but just as the lily is washed down stream

so i count the days till im gone

 

your rivers too noisy to see beyond the depths

where i lie in wait, for you to finally see

if you dive beneath the rushing waters

there, you’ll find me

 

holding my breath

 

[this hurts]

chasing lovers loves

we were hopelessly doomed in a trench so deep

that even love couldn’t save us (then)

adults, were we, lost in the waterfall

chasing down the spiral towards hell

(knocking on hells door, begging to be let in)

and still we sat, eyes locked

before the puncture

before the blood

before we faded away from all reality

before you looked me in the eyes and reassured me with the best you knew – it would be okay

we trusted each other in our discomforts

i laid out my arm to the best doctor in town

and you fixed me

not with the regret

nor the potion

or loss of all consciousness

but with the look in your eyes that never left me satisfied

until now

what was is that kept you hidden somewhere deep in my heart

that left me wanting you

(not the us lost in the dragon)

but the glimpse of us, that existed if merely a moment

where timed slipped

and never let us go