how could he know —
that storm front of love in her
was always in her
and really independent of him?
cynics say,
“love is the illusion of togetherness”,
but that’s not true.
it’s the illusion of individuality
but autumn is real,
and feelings are real —
while memories are really
deceiving
Three Hours – 7 PM
YOU were the ground:
so happy, shoveling the sand;
so joyful, rolling in the grass --
soft and squishy, bare feet running,
the smell of flowers filling your nose, and
the earth itself filling your heart --
you were that ground.
YOU were the water:
lying on your back, arms spread wide,
held by the liquid embrace that cushioned you,
sound of the ocean breathing, as
the sun set on what was your tension --
ripples spreading from a black pond hidden
from the eyes of all but few --
you were that water.
YOU were the fire:
city lights ablaze, like the lights in your eyes --
hot the feeling, crowds in a frenzy,
inhaling excitement, exhaling the feeling
of bodies alive with the flames of desire,
two later, alone, in a tangle of burning,
and more, in the words you pour out in volcanoes --
you are that fire.
NOW become the wind:
let got of the past, and your ease, and your passion,
for opposites live in your very existence,
they're all of them you
yet they're none of them all --
there's more the moments that have been, there's those
you have yet to feel, like this one, like this one --
now become the sky, and the clouds, and the wind.
To share is human:
Three Hours – 3 PM
WHEN the rain goes by, the smell still hangs heavy, like an entrusted secret; sweet, like cracking voices still singing fresh where the polychrome bends YOU gave me a glimpse of your hidden heart: the clouds still passing, and the rain still falling, yet the grain still waving in your changing eyes MAGICAL, like the story you live in, mystical, like the respect we all deserve -- the rain will pass my friend, it will, and while the world's still big, it's no bigger than all that's still there for you to find
To share is human:
Three Hours – 8 AM
FEEL it now, feel it, breathe in, breathe out; The world knows your name, but not how to pronounce -- There was a day coming, it's here, it's here; And maybe there's more, now, than doubt and fear YOU gave up your heart, and you gave in to those who said, "all you will be is the path that you chose" -- But yesterday isn't in charge of today, and the popular roads aren't the last only way -- SO find yourself driving towards where you would be; Come out of the alleys of shorn misery, Go out to the country, fill up, and reach high: the meaning is yours, because you signify
To share is human:
a momentary pang
i know we couldn’t work.
but, right now, i wish
i could have been better, or
you could have been worse
To share is human:
When and Still…
When and still she hoped for better,
She set out to learn and conquer;
She set out, but soon was set back
Wandering in fields of sorrow
Happiness was just — denied her —
Truths she meant to tell belied her —
When and still she reached for higher
She found solace in desire
To share is human:
the breathing time
like all around you inhale slow and exhale slower the breathing time internalized and felt through leading past all the things let go or meant to
To share is human:
An Absence
I guess it’s silence that I fear,
Or maybe crave, I cannot tell:
These strange, familiar feelings — lost
Inside this world I know so well
And all that once was certitude
Comes crashing down in dust and din,
And what a mess I’ve made of things
And what an empty man I’ve been
The fullest, widest feeling: lack.
A prairie spreading everywhere:
This absence that I must traverse
Seems endless, echoless,
And bare
To share is human:
When It Was Me
When it was me,
The good around me stuck
because you saw it there —
The beauty in the eye that paints
over the defects in the thing, itself.
But these things I wish on no one:
To be seen as you truly are,
To see love turn its head away,
Or to know what people really think about you.
