An infant coos
A toddler giggles
A child gleefully shouts “I love you!”
A mother sighs in exhausted content
No, don’t need one
Won’t likely have one
So why want one?
Why want?
Why want?
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He believes to be
When did he think
he was possible?
why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did he blink
to the sound of voices?
how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?
Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?
Renewed from 2012
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.
May Time Gift Us
May Time gift us its Timelessness in Love
May the ardent awaken and share its want like it has been touched anew
May the wantings and yearnings become every so often rekindled
May the rosy tints adorn you lovingly however many shadows may loom
May you at times replace maturity and its instilled propriety
for that irresistible rakish charm
May romance gather around leisurely
wreathing us once again with
that heady perfume of shared Happiness
May trials and troubles emerge as surmountable
As your hand still holds mine
As my heart still holds yours
want/need
there are infinite enclosures
but only one that holds a heart secure
there are many blinking apertures
but only one seeks to stare
straight into the darkness
there are so many reasons to want
but there is only one way to need.
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
i’m stuck
i’m stuck
and don’t mind being so
i’m too afraid to move forward
and too afraid to stay behind
secretly i sigh that delays made, are out of my hands
but miserable that i will be left back.
the world’s most preciously deemed
i waste without outward regret
time and money galore
has gone and i bemoan the reason to need more
silently i must remain as in of me
meaninglessly dreading the decay
that seems only to point towards ruthless consequences
making my senses acute and numb and to sense no more
yet more aware am i of this urgent whisper of idle
as i am at the quickening and ever-knocking of my heart
and the foolish inability to do nothing more than to move forward
and remain tormentedly stuck…
humanize me
humanize me
so that i too can spend
my life worrying over
the pursuit green paper.
humanize me
so that i too can fight
battles over borders
not even visible in air.
humanize me
so that i too can know
fellows are only human
when they are not my enemy.
humanize me
so that i too can see
myself as another
who is just a better copy of me.
humanize me
so that i too shall know
of happiness pursued
but never attained…
It believes to be
when did it think
it was possible?
why did it
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did it rise
to the sound of voice?
how did it show rhythm
when no heart
beats for it?
why will it bleed longing
when it swims in bile?
how will it cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
why does it yearn to move
and leave a trace of mistake?
how does it breathe
in suppressed want?
who taught it to believe in Life
when it is not wanted?
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