Monthly Archives: July 2017

All Around

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I sense you but I know

Not

From which direction.

All around me it seems.
Waste no time in learning your lessons this journey

Through.

You promised you would find me

Once again

In

This life.

Where are you now?
I run  knowing I must

Go to the river

Most hastily.
There i submerge myself completely

Knowing that

Someday the same water that touches

Me

Will in someway

Caress you.
On it goes,

And on and on.

Whether raindrop, river or ocean

It makes its way to you;

As will my heart.

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Wretchedness 

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Wretchedness has

Shackled me to my bed today.

She is a most

Undesirable visitor.

Knows me so well.

Waits until i am so weak and weary,

Deceives me

And preys upon my thoughts

Piling on one after another.

Smothering me, keeping me writhing 

And gasping for oxygen.

(She knows me so well)
I open my eyes and try to look away

But I get entranced by her siren song,

So deadly yet so serene

And i must just see her,

Must hear her.
My body settles into the sheets.

Gone.

Come time, minutes or hours

Or longer

Til I overpower her;

Wretchedness.

I rise to touch the sun, my eyes catching 

Glitter that remains

Twisted in my sheets,

And I am momentarily blind.

Despair

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He (she too) knows he is called strange
And beautiful in the same breath.

His (her) delight in life contagious

But then

Given time

And the right mix of elements

He (she does) crashes

And no words nor touch

Can reach him.

Blinded and numb.

He regresses.

He recoils.

(She turns within)

For no one can save him and he knows this.

They do not fathom the depths

Of despair.

(She knows)

He can hold his breath longer

For he knows at the surface

The darkness waits unbidden.

It always waits

Unbidden and unseen by others.

(They do not see it

They do not feel it)

And they lose patience

Going on their way

To fill their own void for they cannot hold their

breath any longer.

(She is still there)

And he resurfaces.

Returns from the untime

To be aware.

Skin tender, jaw tight

Legs jelly

And goes on.

Invites others from empty tables to join him.

Holds others when their arms are too full

And smiles

Because he is thankful they have not swam so

deep into the darkness as he.

(He sees remnants of shadows on her eyes)

Here Not

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It is late.

The falling moonlight has gone to my

Heart.

The wine has gone to my 

Head.

No fault but mine.

I lick the salt on my lips which 

The air has placed there; sea spray.

Another night on the

Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I

Sit here on the rocks.

It is not my fault,
This calling.

Primal.

Always calling.

My mind does not comprehend

So I close my eyes and listen.

Tears on the back of my hand.

Joy.

Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.

My very atoms scattering in the wind.

The deepness of me,

Soul fathoms spinning.

Grabbing.

Pulling.

I am here yet I have never been here.

Everywhere lingers in my hair.