bind me
to memory—
but even those fetters
can not hold me; shatter all chains—
release
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bind me
to memory—
but even those fetters
can not hold me; shatter all chains—
release
release
to she who waits
the love that's been ignored
and chained up in a dark place for
too long.
too long
i'll wait no more
let the eye uncover
secrets furled within; let the mist be
lifted
Lifted...
arms stretched open...
let the swirling winds raise
you high above this pretense of
real life.
real life
and the "reality"
in it makes me wonder,
can anything be more faux than
life is?
Life is
a dance around
the universe, waltzing
along the path of a comet...
spellbound.
spellbound,
caught in the mo'--
life stood a bit away
from where we were, and death itself
held back.
Held back
without good cause
or justification....
Give me the full width of the world
to live.
to live
we cry, we strive,
and yet, alas, cannot
find life in life's deadly quest
for death!
hello CdnReader, by the way. :p
Hello backatcha, Symphony. :)
For death
seems but a breath
away. Must we always
struggle to keep it safely at
arm's length?
arm's length
the line he draws
do not get close to me
but, oh, if I could curve that line
'round me
'round me
is memory
and the expansive round
earth around which space is silent
and deep
And deep
is the lost night
of my longing...without
you here to keep the shadows
at bay.
At Bay
corner of Bloor
I was hoping to meet
my lover but she alas was
elsewhere!
Elsewhere
and Main, she said,
no wonder you missed her....
Intersections apart... the heart
is lost.
"is lost
the times we shared",
trite it was and would be,
except that u, of all, said it
aloud.
Aloud;
dully fading,
your voice oscillates:
Seamist and red chairs. I see, then
I don't.
i dont
let one too close
lest there are involvments,
dare not get into blisses, lest
they hurt
They hurt
our ears when they
fling epithets. They hurt
our hearts when they forget to be
human.
human
nature never
fails to surprise, although
we ought to have figured it out
by now.
by now
of course it could
be tomorrow, in which
we'd have missed out on the rest of
today!
today
will soon
be lost in the annals
of history....did you do all
you could?
you could
ask, and I could
answer but then where would
the mystery be? It might be
boring.
Boring
is eggs without
salsa. Boring is tea
without sugar or spaghetti,
no sauce.
no sauce!
You're having a
laugh aren't you? The burly
trucker yelped while egg yolk spilled down
his shirt
His shirt
displayed the wear
of one who struggled through
threadbare times of never enough.
She sighed.
She sighed
the patch was sewn
atop the hole of thoughts
but it was not strong enough to
hold them
hold them,
they won’t bite you,
unless you squeeze to hard,
then they may disappear like ghosts —
poems
poems...
scatters of words
that reflect inner thoughts,
our true selves on display for all...
or not
or not…
the way Hepburn
pronounced rough Charlie’s name...
and what became of rust and lace,
ol’ girl?
ol' girl
as I first thought
you, till I discovered
there were qualities better than
gender
Gender...
a two-sex world
can't cover the concept.
Surrender your misconceptions...
Accept.
Accept
the disconnect,
hollowed crystal prison
mutes words shot across galactic
distance
distance
close then farther
than when I touched your arm
and you threw it across the world
away
it's great to read the awesome haikus coming thru....
away
directions change
the wind blows hard eastward
turning i saw your shadow pass
come close
come close
to the cliff edge,
watch the quibbling sea.
Swollen waves storm the waiting shore,
at war
at war,
and if you won
all the land, all the wealth,
all choices were yours, your God ruled,
watch out!
watch out,
lest beguiled
becomes as air to gills
and no furtive back-swimming
un-nets.
un-nets
weary rider
passing thru the waters
beneath the deep seas wondering
dreaming
dreaming
of the heavens
half-conscious scanning of
stone clouds, marble walls; reflections
of us.