Why?!
My words seem to hurt you.
when I mean them the most.
My feelings desert you,
As if I were a ghost!?
But I didn't haunt you,
when you were at your lowest?!
So why do you desert me,
when I need you the most?
Why do you perceive me,
as a poltergeist??
I'm not here to haunt you,
Only to exchange advice!!
We are both here to learn,
And gain from experience.
So why do you place me,
In the category, of delerience??
You don't seem to hear me,
Or maybe you don't want to??
I suppose that denial is easier,
than dealing with what you don't want to??
But that does not make it fair,
Because I think I get you...?!
Maybe I understand.. .,
The things that upset you.
But what if I don't??
Can we still work through this??
Can we work as a team,
to try and distill this?
That's what I want, and that's what I need.
I yearn for someone, who's not afraid to bleed!!
For something that's special,
For something that means,
For something that's more than just someone that needs!!
For someone to want me,
like I want them!
for someone to see a future,
before they see an end!
All I want, Is something that's real!
something that makes me,
and you, really feel!
I think I've found it, inside of you?
But please don't be scared,
if you feel it too.
Just embrace it,
And endulge in it too.
And enjoy it as much,
As I enjoy you!!

Hearts beat
To the weight of a drum
With a steady beat
Against our palms
You're all I see
In the light of the day
Our pulse thumping
All in one

Write the vision make it plain.
Don't lie.

See,
say whatchasaw.

Let it be,
wait and see.

Let’s stare into the abyss and never look back
For then I would grow and never be struck
By the lightning of fate and cruel luck

I would be free from the reins of life,
Away from all these lights,
That put me out of sight

For only in the darkness you could see me
And there I would find what I’d truly like to be
Into the abyss, there I will be free

~for the one who will know it was written for her~

muddy verb and adjective,
muddling and muddled

have you ever seen a pas de deux/deluxe,
one dancer, proscriptive,
and her partner, prescriptive?

the stage, of course,
exactly the width of your head,
from ear to shining ear

this couple o’muses dance en concert,
though their very natures are anti-logarithmic,
the value of their exponential activity is a
descriptive nomenclature

I am overly abstruse this Saturday morn,
mushing mathematics and ballet, verbal word games
as is my wont wanted,
everyone sleeping while I rise at 6am,
doing ablutions, seeking absolution,
pulling weeds from our respective gardens,
answering old friends I have yet to meet,
to whom I answer,
“still here, though long time no see,”
which is of course hysterical funny, inherently contradictory,
as the brain grasps well my
Red and Dead Sea brain cells, a splitting motif

muddling and muddled,
proscribed from getting on transport,
to deliver to you the proper healing prescriptive,
as if I had in my possess to diagnosis and correctly assess

even though one of my many passport names,
a requirement, to visit,
this inter-netting ether, that both combines and separates,
permits me safe passage,
over the historical lineage of borderlines of land and sea,
to deliver this message,
to you
woman

I am here, waiting patiently, though long time no see like ever,
absentia, dementia, both self-censure,
here, then, my cadenza,
dedicated solely soulfully for you,
as the sabbath sun rises over the East River,
saying, laughing unto me,
“still here, though long time no see,”
for though I cannot look upon her, my sun, my sun,
yet she, as well, is everywhere-inside of me,
warmly illuminating my muddled mind