Once there was an If
That wanted to meet a Then
But didn’t know when
And after many nots, no’s, and simply cant’s
If struggled to have anymore
Wait for Then
Because If and only If
Knew that Then
Would be how
If became within Life
But the more If
Encountered Else
If realised there’s still Life
Waiting for Then or not.
sometimes
having reached
a foolish zenith
reason surpasses
the enduring calls of
past words
all that is subjected to difference
seems thinly veiled as the last
all disguising the one truth
with no more than a
used epiphany
capture meaning
with a thought
capture a thought
with a feeling
capture a feeling
with a heart
capture a heart
with truth
capture truth
with truth
Dear one,
i forgo so much
to please you
but resentment grows
like a stubborn
unwieldy weed
each word you utter in just jest
and all that i must not take so seriously
they solemnly gather
in dark slashing lines
surrounding me
their meanings rise
like too long stifled truth
each begs for due consideration
for its time in allotted worry…
but there is only so much i can do
before i break
and escape this
soft and cunning
prison
of promises and pleas.
just for fun, when writing the piece “lit/unlit” light was the word that rushed forth…
a word
rushes forth
at every chance
“am i needed?”
“am i sought?”
it repeats itself
like a child recites
“can i or can i not?”
shamelessly
pandering
clumsily
meandering
teasing forgetfulness
like it wants to be caught
but ever ready
with a toothy grin
“am i needed?
how ’bout now?
am i thought?”
sweet and then bitter
bitter and then sweet
each compete for
a quizzical im-in-balance
for a flavourful Life
not yet complete.
When there are Manic days
where hope when not cried for
glimmers slightly,
tinting lightly on the blushing horizon
Reminisce back to those heavenly times:
sweet stretches of blissful sighs.
Remember those moments
those cheery, dazey, redolently, dreamy days.
Wait…what is that?
Oh.
Only a
silly
repression.
try
and it will challenge
but live
understand
and it will hurt
but heal
help
and it will take
but return
love
and it will question
but stay
hope
and it will strain
but hold
live
and it will end
but create
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