there's little shelter to be found once ship has left the port; the elements will have their say and nature make its sport -- for trouble, and adventure, both can lead, or, devastate: and sailors no more dodge the wind than lovers hide from fate
Tag: Life
lying awake
she lies awake and wonders where it went
the glow that once surrounded who she was
for all the hidden talents she’s misspent
for random choices, lacking a “because”
in stillness now, she thinks of one mistake
her mother’s eyes with tears were dabbed and flecked
for all that woman’s faults, for goodness sake
she didn’t merit wanton disrespect
but now, her mother gone beyond her reach
the tears beset her eyes, and she feels shame
the lessons only loneliness can teach
when there is no one else that’s left to blame
but she’s no worse than most: it’s how she’s built
to lie awake awash in waves of guilt
To share is human:
There’s Always Someone Better
There’s always someone better
Who’ll make you feel today
The way that you deserve to feel.
And who says, anyway,
What’s right or wrong within the heart?
You need, you want, you feel,
While promises were idle things
Unthinking and
Unreal
To share is human:
the embrace of chaos
once i reached for the burn in bottles
the burn that blurs and deadens pain
on dirty couches with fragrant strangers
waking to the ache of pulsing temples
once traveled twice worn
the stretch of the road by cheap hotels
with women who knew the embrace of chaos
the orphic rites the ancient hatreds
turned into a sensual blaze before
the inevitable coming of all the blood
that rises in anger at the futile way
we try to leave things better
but only end up
leaving
things
To share is human:
The Long Days
As we are,
So are the long days:
Past our grasp
To share is human:
this, the moment
when this, the moment
you are in
is all that there is
To share is human:
Only the Particular
He walks across a parking lot
and towards a destination
made up of more than category
generalization
For much that we take on as truth
is made of thick pen lies --
my friends: we cannot see what's there
through other people's
eyes
To share is human:
The Spiral Bridge
now i see batman in the sky: the truth, a thing of mind, and eye, wraps all around this thing called time and leads me to a cooler clime, where once was stronger hope (and less) -- the brave one, full with fecklessness, who climbed the spiral bridge to find that peace is but a piece of mind -- but you, my friend, you know things small: that life, while crazy after all, is sweet and low and sharp and high, and why we're half-parts earth and sky
