and so i know now

and so i know now

but before

i could only accumulate

reasons that were true before

and though they were not given by you

they spoke for you in your absence

until your words came to my heed

until your voice came like a soothing balm

of what you thought was true

of what you hoped i knew

but what i dared not believe

until it came from you

 

solemn busker

Solemn busker
Will you ever be nearer to me
Than you are with your wistful violin?
How else could you ever dare?
How else could I ever bare?
How else could this be?
Do not act as if it is only I who deceive.
It is only music after all
Played better by hands less grimely-worn than yours
Yet to rest a finger upon the violin’s rest….
Am I as agitating as the poverty that demeans you before me?
Do you ever hope that the thrown coins
fall from a closely distance?
that my smile is not only for your tune?
I know you play “Ave Maria”
Only for me
Though badly
Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace
Of course you would
For I should never admit
That I do.

foolish zenith

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

realization

I await a realization…
one that has been a long time coming

a long time waiting
to be seen for real.

I await a realization…
to slacken surprised mouths
to crease optimistic brows
and quiet delighted eyes
and see the dreams of wonder mist out.

I await a realization…
one where encounters prove as stories
and fame, all-told seeks to be untold
to be re-told
as nothing shy of the simple truth :

an imperfect realization.
 

budding’s cry

journey to the innocence
of a budding’s tired cry
music to the ear
that softly forgets
what fate it has set forth
what death will take
because he has more heart
than that which moves to see
what pleasure more, stays now distracted

upon those who gaze
on all that is yet to be known
clouding what is known
and does not live
in our lives
if not named

showtime

you.

 “yes…me” (pleading eyes) it’s showtime.

 what?

 “well I…” (eyes down, blush) slow down, more emotion

 yes?

 “I was helpless…I didn’t really know you for you until i went astray”

 do you really expect me to believe that?

 (nodding-nods) no.

 I thought…

 (meet eyes, peer within) check mate.

 No not again…I won’t be fooled

 “yes…i swear” (anguish, pitiful pleading anguish)
how dare he question?

 fine. what happened…happened

 (look down, stay still) quick wipe that smirk off

 so what now?

 “I….I need more time” (sigh) again, more defeated and sad (sigh)

 why do you need more time?

“hmmm….because.” (shut eyes. turn head. dismissed)

lies take time you know…