doubt abounds, inwardly insecure
anesthetic living, wasted capacity
unrealized with-it-ness, lies lure
doubt abounds, inwardly insecure
clouded by confusion, dreams obscure
brink of ideal, required audacity
doubt abounds, inwardly insecure
anesthetic living, wasted capacity

searching for satisfaction
try again, wrong
dead-end prescription
lost cause lover
dark world, a lasting hope
mutually exclusive

terrestrial is trivial, divine dominates

I strive to
live light,
roam the earth, delicate tread
unclenched fists
rid of superfluous
stranger here
no sense in
nesting in permanence

terrestrial is trivial, divine dominates

Out of place,
understanding
home is elsewhere
not  here, not here
found the answer
1:5, be the light

terrestrial is trivial, divine dominates

"As long as I'm living,
my baby you'll be."
Thick and thin
Tired, sick, hungry,
no matter what the circumstance
you're to remain

But you, even you, have given up on me, too.

I'm the worst kind
I feel nothing but shame
I want to rip my arms
Fight for me to stay sane
I feel *****
let me clean
I feel useless
give me something to do

But you, even you, have given up on me, too.

I've gotten myself stuck
wrapped in emotion
hands tied, I am grounded
long to flee
long to be free
final straw, ready to run

But you, even you, have given up on me, too.

Here is where I take your smile and
stretch it into a sunset, I
remember your words to mean
everything they didn't
I make haikus out of eyes and note how
they emit light when you laugh
This is where I draw you indelible
on the pages of a notebook
I color you vivid, write you
permanent, take non-fiction and
turn it fantasy,
Into something we might watch
together on a Sunday night
I designate you hero of the story and
I wait with tired arms
to be lifted into yours
Here is where I create a landscape
out of ash and worship you with
language you don't deserve,
vocabulary that is too big for your small
Here is what could easily be a love poem if
you were someone who wanted one but
the only want you have isn't for me

"When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful."

this is not a poem
          
          

                       *just a mere

image
consisting of

                                         straight lines
and curves

Ordinarily able-bodied,
stop me in my tracks
I don't mind
a few days rest
weekend plans
you wreck

Detours don't phase me - obliterate stigma, my response

I'll walk or crawl or submit to the sidelines
I'll ride or sit or be a tour guide
Attendance, no question
my life's purpose
in one day gathered
I go, no hesitation
re-visioning the day
lesson learned, past mistake

Detours don't phase me - obliterate stigma, my response

different, I imagined the scene
life's greatest mystery:
reality versus dreamed
unseen struggle, just as real
ridding shame and damnation
love is the answer here

Detours don't phase me - obliterate stigma, my response

the puzzle of life, I remain perplexed
how people come and go
ebb and flow
what point is there in ever attaching
marrying, moving, distancing, dying
everyone leaves

You've played your part, how could I ask you to do anything more?

unable to view the mural of my life,
piece by piece, everything fits
I see portions, lacking summation
humbly, I admit humanity
accepting inability of omniscience,
appreciating lone piece independently
dear to my heart, supporting role
The Grammy is yours, I'd be nothing without you

You've played your part, how could I ask you to do anything more?

I'll see the end. Battle-worn but standing.
look down, see my calloused hands
I've worked to be here, and I've prevailed
Glance back, a myriad of encouragement
a touch from some, a word, a silent hug
handwritten love, novels of reassurance

You've played your part, how could I ask you to do anything more?