when you are needed

I remember you only when I need you
with one moment cursing myself
the other moment begging for your reassurance
some comfort, some chance, some hope
pleading for it all to be alright
berating your creations
asking you to see the injustice
asking you to intervene
asking you to hear me out
and somehow…when things turn out right
forgetting you…shamefully renouncing you
and all that you have done for me
with silence.

To

to envy the sorrows
that have comforts
*
to question the cares
of those who have
ones to save them
*
to search for a
smaller piece
of a gauzy dream
all glimmering with hope
one where joy
is still buoyant
and ignorant
of the troubles
that follow
***
to deny that a whimper
was heard where a
roar was thoroughly expected
*
to seek the words
that were heard in the heart
but were left unsaid
the air still silent
and stuck within
the breath
wishing to remain
inside
and end what all
it had started
***
and to forget what
hope there ever
was of returning
to that little
sad pit of denial

***

traced

a solemn soul

sits upon the sands

tracing her slender spine

a tenderly once kissed neckline

smooth curves appear upon

sun-soaked granules

teasing out the features

that he thought lost

but fingers deftly recreate

upon a canvas grainy-fine

the ocean rushes to erase

the moment of recognition

forgive/forget

forgive and forget.
such empty words…

(better shattered to shreds,
let rabid through the veins,
to tear up and wreck
what beats filthy…)

take a dip
a little will drip
let some slip
why yes…
why not a sip?

forget to forgive.
such festering words…

better left to rot
crawling through the heart
that cries out
for revenge.

everloving i

Everloving I:
beg among the multitude,
but you are darkness-fair,
to give but kingly precious few…
an essence of alms
to sustain the pleader more.
 
In my wounded soul:
I have placed you piercing deep,
yet still you wander…
still my heart do reap.
 
I will breathe the very air:
that you will move to form,
the words of change.

And there I will:
part my lips,
to sigh…to seal
and cry with my soul
returned

to ask still why I will ever
yearn.