I am angry
you have not
moved the Earth
for me,

don't speak to me
about love

wiser than your years
how you so easily
walked away
from the throng of humanity
and placed your stamp
so firmly in the ground

that we became intoxicated
with your strength

Everyone has gone to sleep now,
they don't really care about
what is happening to us
or why we stay up
night after night
struggling
for those shy, elusive words
which lie in our depths

but, let me just say
its not for idleness
that we sit here
almost in darkness
staring blindly without expression

no,
its those faint whispers
which tantalize us
endlessly
speaking their wisdom
so eloquently
yet, always so quietly
and often
their soft caressing
soothes me in a warm embrace.

Frightening, isn't it
we're all soldiers
yet,
we cannot remember
when the fighting started

can you still hear
small children crying
softly
in the roar of battle

they want no part of it.

A paris apartment
it is late afternoon
you are coming home from work
to me
like never before

sitting beside me in fading light
you whisper that you love me
it is all I can do to be still.

I no longer wish to keep this from you
having once told you how good life was,
the certainty of its path
predictable patterns for the gifted to see

No longer will I tell you of life's mystery,
of mystical forces beneath its banner
or of shadows weaving amidst one's thoughts
for at this very moment
aged illusions wane from my side
and I stand naked in their retreat.

I'm running away
from you
to a safe place
where you cannot cause me
any more misery or pain,
you have tortured me long enough -
the scars speak for themselves

I was so high
until you found me
and became a constant companion
exaggerating my every fault
while silent in my feats

you selfish self-righteous *******
always tearing down others
desperately trying to get at yourself
but, you're too unconscious
for such personal insight.