He came and went
with kisses in between
but even flesh and
desire and passion couldn’t
bridge our gap not
even sweat and spit
mixing could fill the
gaping holes of the
truth we were strangers
climbing the same cliff
grabbing onto the other
not to help but
to ascend to get
somewhere not near but
above the clouds and
the ahhh of triumph
and the closing of
doors and the chill
of the sweat and
spit and me still
there on the cliff
alone clinging wondering having
never reached the top
Category: Creativity
River
Oh why oh why
do I keep going
back to the same
river bed knowing that
for a year the
water hasn’t flowed there
and what once cold
and clear and filled
with waves and serenity
now lays dry and
barren what oh what
do I hope to
find there as it’s
now not a river
but a bridge leading
nowhere I do remember
coming here when young
and wading through waxy
reeds into thigh-high water
to catch a glimpse
of the life beneath
and yet and now
nothing not even my
youthful reflection nay the
river still reflects now
the rocks being me
ThreeHalfSisters
Peace calm and serenity
like three half sisters
avoid most of us
until late in life
late in life when
deep sighs and memories
replace adventures and battle
cries things to prove
and places to go
these three half sisters
appear from the mist
of our most broken
never have been’s and
never ever will be’s
the three half sisters
only ever carry mirrors
reflecting to only us
what all we did
and what we didn’t
and what there is
now left to do
Good
Life lived experience gained
all is only good
imagine that all being
good imagine if we
accepted that everything no
matter its outcome is
good
Imagine what our lives
could be like imagine
good just as everything
failure good success good
broken hearts good too
What if all is
too good to imagine
good
WhenOhWhen
When did we become
a society of onlookers
and gapers with yappers
as loud as megaphones
and pointing accusing fingers
as pointed as a
sharp stick when did
we stop the cheers
and start the jeers
what happened to us
to actually hope no
not hope but plan
someone else’s misfortune in
order to elevate our
own fortune when did
winning stop being better
than our opponents and
become more about convincing
that we are rather than
showing that we are
we’ve become a society
of cowards and children
entitled brats who believe
that everyone else owes
them simply by being
alive we are doomed
if this is where
we are headed and
if we have not
already arrived in Hell
