Perhaps Endless, Perhaps Not

When is it, that the fog should clear?
The world speaks humble
To the future so dear.

To the future so dear,
Should the silence hence mumble
And itself not fear?

And itself not fear,
Says the dream who'd tumble
To the future so dear!

To the future so clear,
Go the toasts drunks grumble;
When is it, that the fog should clear?

Face Towel

Unseen beauty measures silent;
This took a long, long way-
A short, little gray blindness of metal
Rosily taken, unremarkably spun.

At one dark turn, it was a forever
And "ever" meant "meaningful";
Sweetly bitter tears caught silky,
A sticky, screaming vow of poverty
As perhaps, some lady's friend.

Still now, it stays, stays rushing
The meekest rough thread in and out,
Barely through a daily smile-to-smile,
A barely-course, almost sinister.

All angers and humors take to
Destroy vanity into a simple mind, for...
It was not hard before, not anymore.
Still in love, it softly caresses this
Unreasoned oddity of scrubbing work.

Somewhere, the virgin form exists
All broken and innocent as before-
Soft was awfully hard, then.

Emptying

We live in a forever; It falls
in a bell jar- capped,
sealed with maybes, have nots
Should haves- little lights, burning
in long pillars of faith.

Waxing, never waning
from the sunken clarity,
We are but born, and donning
The finest we could hope for.

Beautiful, as we wait-
Smiles like spiders, climbing up
up like eternal baby saplings- rich, but bent
Where the world curves in.

Magic, it seems- magic to uncap,
To look straight ahead
in a world of ruthless angling,
Moving windows and tipping walls,
To break this, somehow, as it falls.

It

Beautiful, beautiful- we twirl
The intricately laced insides, shyly,
Until they cascade, flash
The ghosts of awkward and dumb.

This is the moment,
The pinnacle, the pain
Surging where we are not
As exactly as we be.

This is royalty- we make
A light way in this world,
Colors mixing mad, as we please,
Endless as borrowed time.

As It Is

I live in a world where things exist as overstatements, and yet, are not spoken at all.

I live in a world where things exist, and somehow that is enough. For everyone.

The wondering, wandering, and maddening desire to know more prevails.

There are no absolutes. Only absolute pleasure in the spurts of understanding.

You don't think this is real?

It's very real. Look not to prove it. Look to see.

Becoming, Permanently

I live- but a ghostly reflection,
A phantom body
Of what I could be (and am).

I thrive- but an endless struggle
Beneath the clearest understanding,
The sheer clarity,
Like a sky on the sky.

I search- but a puzzling treat
To what I already know-
To savor, to redraw the choices.

I am a moving magic,
An ongoing revolution- to define,
Redefine my change, I say!

I am not perfect, but I,
I am to stay this way.

Entitlement

The not-so-simple direction
Not-so-simple perception
Argue simple,
Beat the solemn speech.

A psyche tips a drunken toast,
A mute stutter
To the kings of the hill,
Always starving and getting richer.

An unsimplified gown, trained
Unsimplified shoes higher
Tossed coiffed, unsimplified hair
All under a crown new currency forced
Upon this rarity
(it was complicated, before).

Now, she totters forth
For the crowds of simplified,
Feeling more and more a queen.

Friendly Monster

Letting go is simple, why
The thing falls up, clawing,
Shredding gravity, screaming
At rare, questioned mercy.

It climbs, beyond the trees
With curlicue written love,
Black as the day it first drank
The brilliance of the sun.

Your name, in unending lights, now-
Ugly black tears, unsmearing
Where you didn't swallow them,
Such shallow, shallow agony!

Your name, an old vow
Sworn and signed all over the sky-
Unbroken, unfulfilled, gone,
It's still yours.

Disillusionment Up

Dispossess the sky,
Disposses the loving, the yearning
Nothing the soul holds
So close, perhaps its only friend.

One by one, it slips,
Silvery strings fly free
So thick in the air, it clears
A quick, coughing wind.

We can only look on, soon.
The pain comes, not just before
And never leaves anymore.
We reach, but never grasp,
We grab, and fall further,
We fall, and may never rise.

My Finest Friend

She rages, loves, laughs
Through my gray somber eyes-
Caught in our own spell,
Neither of us see too much.

At once, fire and ice were one,
Unable, in their natures,
To find the sweetest bloom, not one
Amid their finest forces.

We steal time- it comes empty,
In clean scooped puddles without her.
Barely drained in her warm tones,
They only glow richly, beautifully
Beneath her smiling, full moon.

Beyond Giants

A small person is gifted,
Sparingly, the biggest secrets-
Lying awake, in his small space
In his small soul, in his soul's soul.

It becomes a journey, a fight
He wants and needs- he is lithe,
Tipping, walking the line
Between glory and vanity.

This world seems to big, too low, up
For anyone on that tightrope,
Dangling between
The man next in line and
Too many means and ends.

The Heavenly Plane

Angels are to be dreamed of,
And aren't so far away at all.
They talk so strange, some say,
One finds they rarely call.

It's not so fearful, not so strange,
To be silent, and to hear
Simple words, simple tales
As pain we know so clear.

The kindest souls we come to be
When to us are fortunes clear-
When we dream as reading hearts
And not as mirrored fear.

Emotions

Are we meant to cry
Just as we laugh- easily,
And so well?

Breathtaking, it reaches
Our very core- we shake,
Possessed, are gone
By trajectory of thought;
We close our eyes, our ears
So caught, redhanded-
The art of living.

Only in dreams, though,
Have I trembled in such sorrow.

Life- we lift so high, then plummet
To grow our wings
Until, at last, we barely recall
Just when we're due to fall.

The Universe, Today.

It exists, strong and lasting-
A yarn of simple years,
With me as love began,
Still with me.

We were once tied-
(To God Himself)
Now merely ourselves,
Our souls are so tangled,
Frayed by the time.

I hold it in my hands,
Firmly, yet so light.
It frays so little today.

Healing Mantra

I shall purge myself of all things by immersing myself completely in their beauty.
I shall clear myself of all thoughts by letting them fill me, one at a time, until they all strain and purify.
I shall purify my tabula rasa by filling it and letting all pass from it gently.
I shall speak by listening and filling my actions with sincerity.
I shall be free by exiling my desires where they may be one with the world.
I shall be timeless by immersing myself in time and passing with it.
I shall think and be thoughtful by setting my obligations free.
I shall spare the life of my obligations by giving them freedom.
I shall fulfill my obligations by befriending the life of the mind.

In this, I shall be whole.

Here's a Miracle

To look down all paths,
Still winding and unwinding, be
Tempting behind-
Some dancing with others, to become
A tango of what could be, should exist
Some other phenomenal fate.

Still, time locks every particle
Blessed,
In the cold arms of Gravity-
Muse, yet unrevealed
Her binding spell- the last thing
To fall from days gone by.

Miracle

Sweet angel, who comes-
A breath of wind so sad,
Bruised in the broken tumult,
Lost in a sea of anger;

The poorest man could save her,
So I did, and was blest
With joy- her eyes opened,
She saw what I was.

"Madam, you are restless,"
Her bright eyes said.
"Madam, you are weary.
Madam, we are both lost,
You and I."

To love, to be held
So close- no easy thing.
The arms are wider, wider
Until they hold the world.

Wisdom

Mother, Mother,
My eyes are dimmed
In past lights of day,
In wars not mine.

My tongue is weary
With the same strange speech,
Again and again- I know
not to say, otherwise.

Mother, mother,
I know not tomorrow
Nor the day after that.
Maybe you don't either.

Unfinished Business

One escape will always need another,
For truth is ugly, as dark and pure
As any diamond could tell you,
Its hardness is its cure.

The diluted shreds- merely ash, but
Dead, and growing fine-
They leave their roots upon the sky-
And upon illusions dine.

False fears breed false hopes,
Lust that never fails.
What began as bewitching glory
Ends as darkness pales.

To stab that beast when it was light
Would end it- bleeding and cold.
To enter it, and consume its rage
Would find me foolishly bold!

(At last, I walked to it, unarmed
And gave it up, resigned.
Perhaps I'm no good martyr
To take that hell to mind.)

Zebra's Fray

I found someone, strange to me,
Who found this world unraveling.
You see the stripes, she said to me,
Black, white, or just traveling?

One knot to another, they walk
A tightrope, just the same.
Each other's dreams, they stalk
A worn, beaten frame.

Wno knows where it began,
When life fell black on white,
And turning it around
Meant turning from the light!