When we enter this reality
Through the uncalled memory
Of our birth,
Crying with nonsense
To newly unveil senses.

The doctor readying his slap
To insure
You’re aware of the world.

The initial daybreak
Grasps with instinct
From the stem
Of our brain,
But we develop
Further in life learning
To walk, talk,
And even further
To tuck in that dress shirt,
All in all learning
The basic facets of living;

Only to further learn
That we cannot know everything
Undefined definite definition
A plotting knot of resolved fiction,

Dualities, influences, susceptibilities,
Insecurities, indecencies, and tendencies
In us all for us to see
And choose not to be.

The card game
Of social exposition
And inquisition
Learning to understand our face
And the people that we trace,

Forming, deforming, uniform
Difficulties
We stumble,
To return standing;

Challenges in holding hands
Returning affections, and mental afflictions
Gaining understanding
That we are being human beings
Refractive in and Reflective at seeing

Birth parallels death
No choice, versed vice
Falling and stumbling sadly
Last moments
Of our lives, begin

Talking gibberish,
Eating mush,
Having no memory
What happened yesterday?
While you lay in your crib
Asleep to a reality

Cease the peace.
We tease ourselves
with every crease on this paper;
we call our lives.
Folding in ourselves
to make better
when we can do better.

Decrease the least pleasant day
from your mind, only this time
you’ll find a piece of paper, within you.
Written with words.

Not monosyllabic expressions
Of yes, no, and may-be, so

There will now be phrases that erase the seclusion.
Creating, and not copying
Leading, not following

And finally realizing
Humanity is at a loss
A loss from this paper
That is not glossy
Cause it should reflect
Who we are

stethoscope to this chest reading one of these "dubs"
as captions to italics  sometimes, we lead
too patient lives, one as receptive the second as disruptive
covertly, convertedso to alleviate, vindicate
these dial tones
exchanged -so to compliment- verses in the clarity
of LP vinyl tracks
posture within degrees
to hear a “Hello?”

The days grow longer
And there is sleeping somber
Happiness in hearing your voice
Has no chain reaction and has lost its poise.

Even with my own troubles, then hearing yours
Drought became springs of offerings.
Unknowingly you mended my soul to follow detours,
In spite of ironical sufferings.

But despite that claim, and the ground untold
Paths have laid stones away from the bend.
Unheard, unsure the view of the fenced abode
This remains forever unanswered at this end

I tried to get to you; I left all I can mark
Assurance, regret but admire; my last true remark
I once felt, like I was trapped within a cell
But I seem to no longer hear your name,

Clouded sights pass as fast as moving light
Focused on visions past
Images flux from left to right
Ironic with these thoughts that have last

This vessel how it must be
To take you to and fro
But thinking from the sights you see
Puts you into a trance you cannot control

To think deeply is a curse of mine
No matter what is done it overtakes
There are times when it passes beyond the line
That given the time, sleep it will surely take

The destinations that fate has placed
From season to season, of this life
The more we experience the more problems to be laced
While on this transport of strife

Though beyond this journey
What makes the day shine is that
While, on this coach, is the tendency
For me to have those thoughts that make me smile

May the itinerary of the day
Be necessary towards May

Tempest to drought with slumber
To ironic thirst for summer

Winter delicacy and calamity
Snows falls amidst humidity

Thwarted before leaders,
And solely present to be there

Finally with protocols complete
And words rested, drama just won’t delete

Saturated is all we all become
Just a breaking point of pressure, could succumb

Suddenly all repeats, clockwork till night
Morning beauty wakens us and soothes us by tonight

High tension awakened to nothing
But the serene twilight of a cascading dawn
Reserved in this constant position
With water to Ice and its brisk measure martyred

Against the radiance despite falling lunar rays
Here all drunken sunken minds reside
Having clear vision, despite misfortune’s distortions

The emotion of nature and imitations thereof
Evident in just cause and no coincidence from above
Gaze along the window and listen to these streams
For vigilance, clouds pass no longer in our dreams