...

the muse pleads,
for one last rendition,
of thought-art-imagination,
all one has to offer, is
love-hate-regret,
ineffectual capers,
of inconsequential lives,
the muse or me ?

...

(no){w}here is,
the fine line,
between,
suffocating life, and
breath taking death.

...

we strip ourselves,
of our names, and fame (?),
we strive to be forever-wise,
a mere thought, an idea,
our shame, however,
will forever remain our shroud.

...

looking at me,
are those crimson tinged eyes,
are the tears done ?,
or are these the remnants of last night's ?,
good times ?,

seeking me,
are true love's words,
are they your first ?,
or are they remnants of last night's ?,
good times ?,

the eyes speak myriad emotions,
the words weave a million webs,
for whom ?, one wonders ?,
did i not already last night ?,
good times !

...

we pretend to care,
as we move through our days,
that lonely old woman,
trying to make it to the next,

little boys and their refused childhoods,
girls that squeeze through hoops,
of metal,
and life,

we pretend,
of bigger worries,
we gaze at our scars,
the physical and the not so,

we worry that little itch,
while our soul,
soothes itself away,
as we enter the gates,

of our reality and dreams,
built on those left behind,
but mostly on our souls,
a little bit everyday.

...

we judge others,
for all that we hold dear,

we judge others,
for our desires,
passions, and
guilty pleasures,

we judge others,
lest they judge us,

we judge others,
for our righteousness,
our integrity, and
for the lack of it all.

...

loneliness,
brings strength,
no fear,

individuality,
brings pride,
no shame,

there is plenty,
to be,
by oneself,

sometimes,
just to be,
is all of it.

...

i can walk away,
while you stay,
watching me,
wander away,

will i get anywhere ?,
will i find myself ?,
i cannot, and neither
can you say,

should i try ?,
should i leave ?,
these are questions,
answered when time replays,

when i see you again,
where i left you,
to lose, and
find my way again.

...

what was broken,
will forever remain undone,
what remains,
will forever be less,

what is today,
can never be lived tomorrow,
what is tomorrow,
will forever be far away,

what are dreams,
will never be reality,
this reality,
never ideal,

ideals,
to live by,
what,
to die for ?.

...

what if there are no pictures ?,
to reflect passion,
none for love,
none for belonging, and
none merely, of
us ?

what if there was no us ?,
to call each our own ,
none for forever,
none for knowing, but
just you, and merely
me ?

...

what of ebbs without flow?
what of droughts without floods?,

what of tears without laughter?,
what of misery without happiness?,

what of pain without pleasure?,
what of death before life?,

what of questions without answers?,
what of this glass half full?,

what of me after that fact?.

...

you will ?,
be more,
a friend,
if i reveal,
less,
if i do not,
( )
so what ?

...

what if ?,
you can
never forget ?,

what if
you can ?,
never forget.

...

much to say,
nothing to silence,

much to see,
nothing to perception,

much to feel,
nothing to experience,

much to words,
nothing to mean,

much to emptiness,
nothing to scribe.

...

sometimes there is nothing to say,
nothing to silence,

no acrimony,
nothing to anger,

no barter,
nothing to berate,

no despair,
nothing to drown,

no acceptance,
nothing to approve,

when you walk away,
there just is nothing,

was this elisabeth's hell ?,
'tis my heaven.

...

tears fall freely,
in tiny drops,
now a rivulet,
an angry torrent,

pooling,
falling,
some wiped away,
some to the floor,

spreading,
leaching,
claiming more,
than yourself,

smiles,
laughter,
hopes,
dreams,

nothing beautiful,
nothing sweet,
little salty,
lot blurry,

acidic,
angry,
comforting,
familiar.

...

the word is a web of its own,
of thoughts and emotions,
circumstances and choices,
truths and lies,
realities (more than one ?),
and imagination,
whatifs and whatnots,

why is a world of its own,
without room, for
why me ?

...

darkness shimmers,
over simmering silence,

each for other,
one for all,

dark silence,
endures silent darkness,

complete,
futile,

all for none.

...

disconcerting silence,
punctuates unspoken words,

the meaning in chaos,
displaces the chaos in meaning,

all in one,
one for all,

then-hate,
now-love,

life-death,
now-forever.

...

encounter millions,
see thousands,
recognize hundreds,
acknowledge tens,
(mis)understand (n)one,
(not) me ...