Monday, December 22, 2008

...

if,
silence, is
golden,
why, is
oblivion.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

...

this cannot be,
what it is,
what has come to be,
motionless,
meaningless,

disparate words,
bound together,
deserving an end,
begging another,
almost…

...

there cannot always be an end,
a punchline,
sometimes, (sometimes)
things are,
what they are,

much like the blues,
and possible sunshine,
only allowing,
a myopic view,
of where happiness lies,

in acceptance,
of the blues,
the grays,
and possible reality, (I surrender)
today.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

...

i have a love.

at once magical, and
mundane,
for life,
and the(n),
not so much,
the everyday,
and the(n),
intriguing,

where will it end ?

the end, however
will be the beginning,
be it now, or
never,
no ever,
never,
now and ever,
never.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

...

over and over again,
I repeat,
the same,
over and over again,
I hope,
the same,

does it mean more,
when said often,
does it mean more,
when said less?

does it bore?
over and over again?
does it matter?
over and over again?

do we listen less?
to the oft repeated word?
do we listen more?
to those unsaid?

hope,
happiness,
tomorrow,
dreams,
love,
faith,
and,
that,
what,
ever,

do they matter more?
or less?

more or less?

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

...

through your patchwork quilt,
i gaze,
on happiness,
laughter and smiles,
once lived,
already forgotten,
but for these brief squares,
cloaking,
all that is,
was, and all that
never will be,
of possibilities,
of realities, and
the possible realities,
and the impossibility,
of this,
here,
fantasy.