Is it you?
I don’t know…
Not yet…
All I know now:
Is that one part of me wishes maybe it’s you…just maybe…
And another part knows for sure
It has to be someone that is like you…
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The mystery
For every wish that petulantly pouts upon my lips…
There is a blessing that soothes away the questioning
But the heart is ever young and ever ardent in its tantrums
And yet Time patiently guides
And shows in glimpses
The mystery
Of why things happened
The way they did.
In the Jaws of the Cryptic
The troll stood leering
As his riddles
Swam disconnected
In my head
I was at a loss for an answer
Not because it was clever but because it was spoken in an incomprehensible tongue…
I tried my best decipher
But was stunted in my ability
Confined to the narrow window
Of formulaic comprehension.
And readying for the feast that would ensue
The troll’s devouring competing with the gnawing of my ineptitude.
magic trick
candied words
subdue
questions.
iloveyous
wreath the unanswered.
recalling all
the good
the happened
the known
waylaying the unknown for another day…
a magic trick that works only because i stay silent.
earnestness urging patience
to gather its resolve
once again
unknown
there is a yearnful parting
that never came to be
we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion
never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE
as understudys eager to be betrayed as us.
two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably
and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guaranteed in deed
each pass the other
remaining one less unknown.
the now
looking towards the Future
only takes you so far
when you are waiting
for the Now to appear.
and though all that is optimistic
claims to follow Yet
and all that has gone
has been washed over with
Yesterday’s rosy brush
the Truth is:
Now with its
imperfections
and awkwardness
is what i impatiently
crave.
thought alone
we are strangers to ourselves
only our thoughts know us better
and yet we hide their likeness
fearing only we have thought alone
want/try
there is something so very unsettling
about wanting when trying
because when wanting
without trying
there is that vast and possibility filled field-dream
that would otherwise be
a lonely abyss
in fear
I fail in fear of
what is to come
I stay in fear of
what is far
I dream in fear of
what is real
I sigh in fear of
what may become solitude
I reach in fear of
what will be left
I have in fear
more destiny
than in
happiness
leading alone
i’m afraid of leaving
and leading alone
following that Freedom
that encompasses
everything that i want
but seems the
farthest away from my grasp.
Courage urges me on
and Fear remains elusive
Guidance comes and goes
yet the vast unknown
overshadows my faltering steps
as i stumble after Chance.
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