March 2017

Fisticuffs

My joys are
Gone; disappeared during a drunken
Fight; the Words challenged the Music to a
Fisticuff; poetry lost but the banging head
Sympathize; both gone; no heart for poetry
Remains; I read your words; nothingness
Bubbles; I hear your words; stillness
Rumble; my joys are
Gone

the voice in the mist

I think it might be for the best, my best that is, if I “pass” on this invitation to be “Only Friends” as you suggest. I wanted more but like most of my ideas they would eventually fall flat needless to say. I need a friend that does not make me feel bad about feeling bad, you do; at times at least, lack the gentleness of which I crave. You claim you want to support me, yet the hand you extend most times come swinging, leaving invisible bruises for me to tend at my leisure. As a parting thought you should know, you were the first Woman I have ever fallen for. For better or for worse, the path ahead unlit and shrouded in mist, like the storyline from a book, narrated with your precious voice.

In silence abiding

I would if I
…Could
Present to you my
…Words
Spoken in common tounge
…Accented
But discomfort, dislike and
…Hatred
I avoid my voice in
…Public
So silent I will
…Remain
My words a voice
….Deprived
My words in silence
Abide

Quicksand; an embrace

How do I take the next step?

Leave the shadows behind.

Embrace the light and love they say
awaits those who deserves it.

How do I take the next step?

When all I see is quicksand.

Sinking further down with every
Embrace that fails to reach
Me

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