Showing posts with label choices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choices. Show all posts

Monday, February 25, 2013

Imagination In A Time Of Denial


I’m not sure what I was thinking, as if what’s been static for thirty-eight years would change in the blink of an eye. No, thinking like that is what people keep to themselves, yet, I continuously slip open the side of the drapes, crinkle over the edge of the blinds, and peek, out into the world beyond these walls, where, lo and behold, the same image that’s been etched into these eyes for my entire life, was still as it had always been.

Then I closed my eyes, pondering deep within.  Here, I traveled to some other realm, a place where nothing seemed or felt the same.  The beauty was outrageous, the air so pure and fresh.  My eyes were then reawakened by the unfamiliar smile spawned upon my face.

Quickly I went to the window, pushed the drapes slightly to the side, crinkled over the edge of blind and peered outside.  It was here, at this time, that I realized, for the first time in my life, everything, everything I’d ever known, had changed, and the pinch felt as real as it ever had.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Into The Dark Beyond




As daylight fades into a darkened eve
Time drifts aimlessly—in search of recovery

Distinct varieties of transients and ne’er-do-wells approach, commingling about—a myriad of deceptions adroitly portrayed

Fall into the arms of fireflies
Flutter
Above horizon’s lit
Embrace
The variance in the stars
Blinking
As sapphires glimmer among the endless seas
Reflections
Unveil the minions of tragedy kept
Amidst
A skyline of sundrenched scars
                                         Eyes, once alive, quietly weep

As hours mask what lies beyond, take
Comfort in the sheltering caress of the dawn to come

The rogue’s gallery cannot see you.  Alleviate your fears. You are safe, for there are plenty of those without.

To occupy their gaze is an emanation from within.  The vibrancy of guilt is hereditary and you feel it must be claimed.

You cannot escape yourself. You choose not to. You feel safe amongst a violent sky, despite disgrace consuming whole. 

You kneel atop the moistened earth, hands clasped, eyes aimed high, wondering why you must be such a case.

Yet, after prayers complete, I spy you from my pane, as you live amongst the dark beyond, and crave the night the same.

Soon thereafter I do too.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Whippet


A whippet ran past me along the boardwalk.
I never saw one outside of those shows where
they prance about so unnaturally.

I chased it down, as far as I could,
but the slope was steep and
the walk had stopped, at the point
where once the water stood

Fresh and blue,
I choose to remember things
as they were

Yet for that dog,
it moved so fast,
my only memory
continues as a blur

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Extinguished Revival of the Contemporary Arsonist





It’s not what takes place at the birth and
death of every hour, but instead, what symmetries are provided upon the thirties— dividing lines of power

Amidst a veil of tragedy,
an encapsulating entity reveals itself
to be, a personality of untapped
potentiality, a reason for forbearance, a reason
to atone what’s been lost by disdainful blows

Amidst the reaches of escape,
to which our tragedies often follow flow,
we can enunciate the possibility of rendering
useless, through the daunting effects they often play

No longer must we wallow in our pitiful seas of
sweat and fear.  No longer is it necessary to dream alone in black and grey.  Now exposed, a new destination ignites the
sparks to which we pour our promises into, offering the symbolisms of hope and the prayer that shall lead us down an enlightened path

However, consequence is always alive in every choice there is to be made….

              Those that harrow our escape, can include what would be soured at during any other given time, yet in such spots as these, the finer points are buried beneath the opened windows that this new brand of savior here completes

Amidst a veil of tragedy, an encapsulating personality reveals itself.  It is here where we eagerly agree to its many hidden terms, where it dethrones us of our combative sense of self-loathing, and leads us up the peaks, to a world completely concealed by the bountiful wonders that shield us from evil’s corrosive eye. 

Yet, to such a choice, consequentiality demands repayment of our contracts stipulations.  Here, we find our chains forever freed, yet still, we must substitute one oppressor for the next, as we find ourselves knelled to their feet, offering up our fealty, bare and ever-more-forever frightfully exposed.   

To such ends, we mind not the burden caused by our individualized subservience.  For it’s not the expressions…no, it is the expressions, glazed upon our family and friends, which make extinguishing conflagration’s kiss, a sacrifice we’d, without doubt, if revisit we ever must, willfully renew, without a bat of lash or a shy of eye.

Together, forge forth and forward recall all the reasons why, we began onto such onsets, striving to, not complete victorious trots about a central stage, but, to do only what we can, and try, is, at last check, synonymous with the definition that embodies the spirit of man

Stop on over to D'Verse where Open Link Night will take its usual spot on the Tuesday Night place to be list.  Doors open at 3pm and it gets crowded really quick, with the party running all night long and longer.  So, write a poem, post it on your site then use the link tool at D'Verse to share your work with the D'Verse community, where a plethora of amazing poetry is always on display. Cheers 

Friday, March 2, 2012

a difference between meek and might


Flagging grounds
soiling earth
made one’s mark
spray-painted x
below the traffic
above the trolls
drip-dried fade
away until—

a braver soul
blackens space,
creates their own
or
a weaker soul
feels disgraced
spends an afternoon
or an hour—
replenishing their own strength
by erasing all
the lines I once drew