Far beyond all the empty promises  
I closed the door with the quietest snick
As latch slips into the awaiting catch plate
Far better than we had been able to clique or click

Sunrise waited in patient observance
For my fingers to gently check the connection
As I quietly eased the screen door home
Turning in time to see the sun light my new direction

NO! I was not slipping away on silent footsteps
In cowardly extrusion from responsibility or obligation
I had made it clear that I was going to be leaving
Owing nothing - unrendered in this short lived creation

Where we somehow thought we would find happiness
Were we to live together.. rather than unhappily apart
Distance may make the heart grow fonder ....unless
The sweet nectar of passion - shrivels away as its  juices go ****

Two weeks was a lifetime - silent screams and averted glances
Then yesterday as I walked out to burn away my frustration
Finding my smile again, right  in the middle of a million paces
So proudly I carried it all the way back with devine inspiration

Only to have it shatter into pieces - like a thin layer of frozen fog
Falling away in an almost audible .. crackeling  intrusion
The very second that I stepped into their presence ..and then ..
I knew that this creation was not real enough ....
             ...to be magic ..... and not faint enough to be an illusion!


I walked away that day
Heavy of heart and weary of spirit
I may not know what love really is .....
But I will know it ....for what it's not - next I come near it !

So I left the keys on the kitchen table and I checked the latch ...
          ....at least 3 times !

The smoke encrusted eyes
Sat
Far back
In the oblong caricature of a face
Reminiscent
Of shy children
Staying to the shadow corners
Anytime strangers  feigned to visit

Inextricably entwined
In the visage
Was a complication
Implied by implication
Yet denied by observation
The aspect and the asperity
Mingled
In harmonious occupation

Unbound
By cultural norms
Or complications
When seeking out
All elementary forms
Of interpretation
Leaving just enough doubt
To inspire critical thought
That calls for introspection
To tamp down all
Unwavering predications
As seen...
... In that wonderful
Caricature of a face!

I do not ...now
Or ever will
Blame you
For being who you were

Nor will I
Allow myself
To place blame on me
Should that time ever occur

But for now
I do blame you....
For you ..and NOONE else
Ever did what you did ....
By allowing me to be myself

You may be gone
But you left me....
With the knowledge
That ..who I really am
Is and always was
Worthy of being loved .

I climbed upon
The rising dawn
To ride across the sky

To seize the day
Not let it get away
Until I learn to fly

How dare you
Look down on them
Like they're made of sticks and stones
Words meant to create pain and fear
From which ...
...you never will atone

Far easier to create hate
Than to truly educate

Yet in the dimming of the light
You will send
Another generation
To be lost in banal servitude
Long after you are gone
They will carry wounds
That can never mend

The war they fight ......
              .......was over
Long before
They ever came to be
Yet you deem to cloak them
In your unrelenting hate
Then leave them to
That same suffering
As they slip further into dust

To be blown into obscurity
By the ever changing winds of fate

How dare you look down on THEM
Like they're to be used as your slaves
How long WILL the war fires burn
On through the futures
Of generations ...still being
Stoked by those
Now long gone......and rotting in their graves.

No ones future should be used
To pay for someone elses past

If you have a minute
Then you must -
- take the time
To give a little thought
To what you have in mind
So if you choose to speak
Instead of contemplate
You'll hear what you just said
A millisecond of time too late
And in your mind -
You'll wonder-  
Or then again... Maybe you won't
But if those people around you
Say they understand -
- but they really don't
You'll never have -
- a seconds time
Or the chance to take it back
The hours linger
The day's collide
The years we have
The thoughts we lack

The years we have
To fill a crumpled sack
The years we have
The years we have...
... To fill

Far far away- they seek surrender
From those who know not the cause
Of  the anger that they are feeling
Subject to constant ******* - without pause
They see no difference - and no future
In the past or in the present state
Insidious conflict being all they know now
Without direction- hopelessness - time will create
         Hopelessness does create

So they strike out in all directions
What we choose to call their Insurrection
By setting fire to their own homeland
Do they somehow believe they make a stand
If they do destroy - the place that they live
To a point where they resent all we try to give
To a point where in peace- death  will cradle
And in death - nothing but the past will they relive

So as the tanks roll across the dusty desert
Where hidden bombs blast holes in the streets
Trying , sometimes succeeding , killing  those coming  to their aid
Adding victories to their own defeats
In this war - now fought deep inside themselves
They're seeking peace in a game of blind man's bluff
And it's so sad that feeling of constant apprehension
Should cause such saturation of dissension

That it should cause them to **** their own people
By lashing out in such unrelenting hate
Will they not then insult the GOD that they worship and pray to
Therein causing GOD to resent all those who destroy ....
            ...what their  own GOD did create