Sunday, December 20, 2009

...

many appear,
few stay,

seldom ask,
never enquire,

the everyday,
the reality,

of things,
the being,

the wants,
the needs,

i am fine,
wrapped in,
i am not,

will you give,
a damn,

perhaps i was not,
yesterday,

today perhaps,
i am,

will you stay?,
enquire?,

what is my reality?,
being?,

where are my needs?,
today?,
who am i?

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

...

this is how we live,

resentful thoughts,
regrettable actions,
restive feelings,

rousing ends,

this is how we die,

flickering images,
forgotten sounds,
festering emotions,

fizzled beginnings.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

...

plural beginning, (to)
singular end,

from answers,
to questions,

now, (or)
later(?).

Saturday, October 3, 2009

...

what of goodbyes?,

innuendos,
without intent,

threats,
without promises,

here now,
gone tomorrow,

until the next hell?, Oh!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

...

what role does angst play,
in this orchestrated end?,
what role does impudence?,

aware of the inevitable,
why ignore the obvious?,
end tonight, glory tomorrow?,

or until the dead rise,
in a funk of their own,
the day after?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

...

cruising spirits,
invoke more than most,
desires,
wants,
needs,

mind intoxicated,
heart a-flutter,
guards askew,
verbose,
banal,

depthless with,
thoughtless without,
despised with,
hated without,
ignored forever,

with or without?

Monday, September 21, 2009

...

is that all one can offer,
a litany of words,
in sequence,
inconsequential,

is this how one feels,
that love,
voids that remain,
with or without,

the scars may be skin deep,
but the hurt?,
is forever, (and)
with room for more.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

...

why script a eulogy?
orchestrate a funeral,
mourn, deny or accept,
the inevitable?

truths remain truths,
whispered,
evangelized, or
swept under the rug,

the muse is dead.

Monday, August 31, 2009

...

memories,
reveries,
day-dreams,
hopes,

past,
present,
tomorrow,
forever,

never?

Sunday, August 2, 2009

...

what are thoughts?,
without actions,
dreams?

what are actions?,
without thoughts,
everyday?

reality?

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

...

words
heal
no
more

laughter
mirrors
joy


intent
in
innuendo

laugh
with
laugh
at

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

...

reality defies dreams,
non sequitur,
to rise to, and
fall into,
day after day,
until they are no more.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

...

nestled in the aftermath,
of that unholy union,
that culmination of dreams and reality,
this day takes another meaning,
imparts a new moral,

lost in translation,
between the mind and the word,
it's not happiness,
that this existence lacks,
it's hope,

refusing the pyre,
built on dreams,
fueled by ambition,
ignited by a chastising word,
or two,

there is no death,
at hope's end,
the end, however,
will covet death,
hopefully.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

...

what does a goodbye mean?
when there is no love lost,

the stench of acrimony hangs heavy,
as a curtain,
failing to see what was once good,
once cherished.

what of those that never bid fare thee well?
with love lost,

the stench of acrimony still hangs heavy,
unable to let go,
unable to fathom,
happiness for you, them,

goodbye is a long word,
for a world so small,

we will,
meet again?,
across the curtain?,
or maybe not.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

...

why?,
squeeze silence,
into meaning, (im)material,

silence has its own monument,
epitaphs,
of the dead.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

...

this is where i refuse to be,
this place of glass half-full,
i’d rather be half-empty, with
possibility of peeking over the brim,
being swept away,

this is the place i loathe to be,
complacent in mediocrity,
happy in the average,
where risks mean loss, and
lost without challenges,

i want there,
that place of intense toil,
infinite struggles,
everyday misery,
defeat and anguish,

i want that place, of
forever hunger,
defeating odds, where
tomorrow may be what it is, but
it will be my best.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

...

the elephant is its own beast,
you see the tail,
i, the trunk,
the task, however
remains daunting,
the middle ground?
may already have been trampled.

...

much as the dead carrying the dead,
clean of morals, to be dealt
anecdotes, to be shared
the shame, however,
lingers, enough,
necessitates,
the pyre,
of wayward hopes, and
lofty dreams,
a lesson in caution,
a moral in precaution,
happiness (lies) in mediocrity,
and hence,
the next pyre,
ignites.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

...

this is how we die,
each day,
every day,
like the ardor that cooled,
over years,
without choice,
a little by force,

this is how we die,
a thousand deaths,
with each passing day,
when thoughts remain,
elsewhere,
any(no)where,
(but) in you.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

...

vulnerable,
pretense,
angry,
guilt,
nonchalant,
hope,
some,
of the many.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

...

that blaze?
set high,
by anger?,

body and hope,
scorched,
dead (?),

life remains,
(will hope reclaim?),
clinging forever,
like the undead dead.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

...

this blinding haze,
f(o)ueled by the hopeful spark,
stifles nothing but itself,

dying embers, alas!
don’t stay dead,
‘t(h)is time,

‘t(h)is crumbling dyke,
douses embers,
stifles hope.

...

memories prevail,
despite the dying embers,
captured in pretension,
in this redolence,
of defunct phantasm.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

...

these lies,
swathed, in
pretentious diminutives, and
belittling adjectives,
acknowledge,
the want-need-desire,
for 'nother beginning,
a new tomorrow, with
a warm smile, and
a grand finale.

Monday, February 16, 2009

...

this eve,
the preface,
to an end,
that never was,
a dozen years ago,

and an end,
to the beginning,
that will forever,
remain elusive.

there are no ends,
without,
beginnings, and
no (new) beginnings,
without an end.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

...

breathe,
silently,
into darkness,
definite nothingness,

exhale,
slowly,
into tomorrow,
possible oblivion.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

...

there are those that beg,
for more,
at the altar of time,
a few minutes there,
from that other day,
and then there are those,
that let time slip,
like sand through an hour glass,
un-tethered,
meaningless,
until it is past,

I beg now,
for those years past,
to have never been,
that reality,
always a dream,
so there is no me,
here,
begging for this dream,
someday reality,
not today,
but someday.

...

hair whipped around,
arms flailing,
clothes askew,
beauty unscathed,
at the end,
of the short walk,
from the edge,
to over.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

...

those withering glances,
stark in essence,
obsolete in purpose,
mean nothing to this psyche,
nonexistent in emotions,
biding the end of time,

the damage is done,
the songbird drowned,
and yet,
(there is something to be said for patience)
we await the tenor (?),
of the fat lady.

Friday, February 6, 2009

...

like the ascending crescendo,
of an approaching train,
those leaves a-flutter,
in this indian breeze,
unseen clouds,
unknown depths,
endless thoughts,
endless thoughts,
now, but not
forever.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

...

there is nothing to do,
but hope this errant cloud,
will find a peak to rain upon,

one cannot help but wonder,
in this life of valleys,
where those are to be found,

half glass full?
this cup runneth over,
with the drowning songbird.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

...

the tolling bell,
lost in the cacophony,
of endless todays, and
seamless tomorrows,

lend me an ear,
a silent night, and
some time,
out of this mind.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

...

this is me,
wild,
untamed,
bare-foot,
hair a-fly,
teary eyed,
with laughter,
mirroring none,
of heart break,
disappointments,
and dreams,
gone awry,
today is all there is,
tomorrow may never be,
spirit may cease,
but tonight,
this is me,

with hope,
in thought, and
thoughts,
without hope...

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

...

that which is left unsaid,
says more,
or so they say,
than that which is,
and in honor of that,
how,
what,
when, and
why,
will always remain unsaid,
and in honor of those.
there are no answers here,
only questions,
need-want,
for an end,
that will someday be, and
reality,
that will someday cease.

Monday, January 19, 2009

...

and simply because.
there need be,
no more reasons,
for this insanity,
here is another.

this simply is,
like the tears, and
the lack, of hopes
of continuing,
boredom.

meaningless, purposeless,
seeking, however
beyond that burning tip,
that can only hurt,
until yesterday.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

...

will you cry?
if I die?
will the world end?
or just mine?
will you wait with bated breath?
as I walk that thin line?
between sane and insane?
will you push me overboard?
or pull me safe?
will you laugh?
with me as I laugh the insane laugh?
will you clap your hands?
with me at the world?
with the world at me?
will you sympathize?
or will it be empathy?
do you have an answer?
to all these?
will you cry?
when I die.

Friday, January 9, 2009

...

those vehement denials,
mean nothing,
to a question,
as yet,
unasked.

and as such,
denials, are
for the truth, bitter
questions,
they are,
not.

knowledge,
however,
taunts,
judging,
relentlessly, without
question.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

...

these scars speak,
an entirely different story,
on(c)e removed from the lovely strands,
those lonely strands,
on the kitchen floor,
beseeching an explanation.

those that feel, and
perceive,
with wonder,
(but never question),
need no answers,

those that see, and
question,
without wonder,
(but never perceive),
need no answers, either.

Monday, January 5, 2009

...

will
who
where
when
remain

will
who
where
when
always
remain
more

than why?

what
remain
will
always
be

what
remain
will
always
be
inexplicable
elusive

answers?