Poetic purgatory’s a place between,
the best of all verse never to be seen.
Visions undefinable, feelings unfelt
and sensations inconceivable, when
squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squoze,
jumbled noise and random shapes,
blurry sounds and perception escapes.
Normalcy‘s all a part of prose.
Unheard the whispers whose echo grows,
frequency seldom as anyone knows.
Oh no, no, no and so the rhythm comes and goes.
Mind distracted by orderly thought.
Moments rest all for naught.
Escapers of dreams always caught.
Then times sold, image bought and change sought,
until the dollars sign to buy an eternity.
Though sense is never free, so why, why, why –
Why won’t desires die?
Beneath the surface the hidden lies.
Lifetimes dug with nightly spies.
They’re timely spirits never seen.
Betwixt the shadows they have been.
They step in time to others cries.
Unheard are they, ahead they rise.
Parallel the paths diverged.
Wrongly spiked the forces surged.
Time is distance in disguise.
Depth perceived in mind’s wise.
Forever’s there can never be.
The past is all we get to see.
Tomorrow’s come and that’s the prize.
The present meant to capitalize.
Waves of emotion ebb and swell.
Tides of change rose and fell.
Plans charted as the crow flies.
Destinations await all surprise.
Second chances always free.
And visitors all are we.
Then there’s those which defies,
“to each their own” we’ll rationalize.
Can halves again make a whole?
The ups and downs take a toll.
With twists and turns we realize.
Life unlived without goodbyes.
When virtue’s taken does it come back?
When innocence gone what else do we lack?
When the time comes is it too late?
When the day’s done was it fate?
When dreams awaken was it sound?
When trust is lost what then is found?
When does a broken heart mend?
When is a lover not a friend?
When all was had what’s left to yearn?
When the damage done what did we learn?
When the pains felt haunt can life return?
And when it does; does it burn?
Fifty percent of
marriages end in divorce,
the remainder’s death.
The older I get,
the younger I feel I feel,
till felt what’s real.
follow dangerous thinking.
Think before thinking.
When I examine
myself with a microscope
I just get smaller.
To be oil and water is to never mix.
When hearts beat out of sync the bond never sticks.
To meld fire with ice, one’s sure to melt.
Yet when chemistry is easy positive’s surely felt.
Cries, Yells and Screams!
Distant black and white dreams
Monochromatic and systematic
Volume’s pitch and problematic
Concrete walls and metal stairs
Echoing the petrified and no one cares.
Mouthy aches and heady tales
Decades pass and pain prevails