...

nowhere.
now, here.

...

what of these emotions ?,
If not fallow ?,

What of these reactions ?,
If not hollow ?

...

what of lives ?,
without passion ?,

what is obsession ?,
if not ?,

the passion to cease,
the obsession to perpetuate ?,

what of one ?,
without the other ?,

yesterday and tomorrow ?,
what of today ?,

ying and yang ?,
what of us ?,

life and death ?,
what of existence ?,

all or nothing ?,
what of mediocrity ?,

what of this ?,
any of this ?

...

those memories have been set ablaze,
in the darkest corners of this graveyard, which
i will visit,

i am here today,
i will tomorrow, and
forever,

‘tis after all my mind,

there will be no flowers,
no sorry looks,
repentant words,

tears will follow, for
what was done,
was allowed,

‘tis after all my being.

...

much of this is mine,
how much yours?,

the pain is mine to bear,
no consequences for you ?,

i am less,
are you more ?,

you, my everyday reality,
i, a distant dream ?,

you, my muse,
i, just another ?,

you , my first,
was i the last ?

...

such is how the new begins,
in old ways, and
practiced indifference,
in memories, and
regrets,

the urge is strong,
resistance compelling,
herald the new,
into the old, and
comfortable,

there may be,
no mystery, in this
malady, but
certainty, in this
misery.

...

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?

...

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.

...

plural beginning, (to)
singular end,

from answers,
to questions,

now, (or)
later(?).

...

what of goodbyes?,

innuendos,
without intent,

threats,
without promises,

here now,
gone tomorrow,

until the next hell?, Oh!

...

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?

...

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?

...

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.

...

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.

...

memories,
reveries,
day-dreams,
hopes,

past,
present,
tomorrow,
forever,

never?

...

what are thoughts?,
without actions,
dreams?

what are actions?,
without thoughts,
everyday?

reality?

...

words
heal
no
more

laughter
mirrors
joy

intent
in
innuendo

laugh
with
laugh
at

...

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

...

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.

...

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.