THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Friday, January 30, 2015

The Interview

THE INTERVIEW

"Everyone has a past," he said,
enunciating and savoring the sound of
each of his words, "but then,"
he added, raising his eyes
to fix them directly upon mine,
"some of us haven't any future."
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

GRIEVING

GRIEVING

You wanted the best for me

even when I was at my stumbling, stuttering worst -

You never gave up on me

even when they my entire small world had -

You encouraged me to moments of greatness when I thought I was an empty vessel

You brought me to myself when I was lost for who I was

And you put the pieces together whenever I would crash

Wiping me off and shining me clean

And I went out into life and took to the roads that took to me

And I thought about you but not enough

And the guilt grew though you knew I loved you -

You forgave me my transgressions and trespasses and lapses and relapses;

But now your soul has left its tired, aged body

And I cry like a small child at my loss...

Please know that even as I laugh (as you 'd taught me to),

I'm grieving the loss of you,

My Mother, who fought battles to keep me in school,

Who had the greatest dreams and hopes for me,

Who gave me life, and gave me strength and gave me dreams;

And my tears are hot on my face as I leave the grave site

With the insane afterthought that maybe I could call upon you to console me,

In my feeling of crushing loss;

The irony is that I thought I'd grown up, but, then,

Children never quite outgrow their parents ('though we entertain this delusion),

And I thought that I would be strong when you would be called away,

But I am weakened now as I grieve --

A little boy needing his mother.

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Monday, January 26, 2015

YOU

YOU

While the world was a storm

You were my refuge;

When life locked me out

You were my key;

I gave you my love and my thanks by setting you free;

Now, without you,

 it's a curse being me.

:-(

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

WHAT HAVE WE HERE? - A Lover's Question

WHAT HAVE WE HERE?

What have we here

it's been three entire weeks 

of chasing and embracing

dissolving into each other

melting and molding into something greater (or lesser) than either one of us

clinging and climbing together

intertwined vines

the world fading away into nothingness

outside of our dedicated gazing into each others' eyes

and what we share is everything

consumed by each other --

is it ethereal?

or merely venereal?

how long can this burning love stay new?

when do I become me and you become you?

I'm scared and I need some answers;

there's too much at stake and too far to fall...

What have we here?

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Monday, January 19, 2015

A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

From the corner of your eye
you can see it if you try to,
in the silvery-veined undersides of the poplar and maple leaves
in the solitary bird's call, and
from somewhere behind your ears (that humming)
a persistent buzzing of electrical conductivity,
and a smiling newscaster on someone's television, he,
with a frozen face (and every hair neatly in place)
speaks of things absurd
while people hang on every word,
and the pews are empty while the dungeons fill up
with unasked questions and silenced doubts
and the troops without flags (expressionless gazing robots0
are amassed at the borders,
and nobody drives into town anymore, no,
but as certain as six is followed by seven
and as certain as push will be followed by shove
as certain as skeletons sleep in the graveyard
a change in the weather is imminent, yes --
a change in the weather
will come.

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Friday, January 16, 2015

HIGH WIRE LIFE

HIGH WIRE LIFE

Life is a walk along a thin high wire - a tightrope balancing act

between the palace of birth and the tower of achievement

the obstacle is the fog that completely obscures all but your immediate view,

keeping the tower of achievement invisible from your frightened perspective;

you can never know how close you are to your life's vision,

but you can certainly know that if your sense of balance fails

you will fall into the unfathomable depths of certain death.

The trick is to reach the tower of achievement as quickly as possible

(despite the fog and the fear)

without plummeting to the end of all possibilities.

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Thursday, January 8, 2015

WHO WILL

WHO WILL

Who will take this broken man
and hold him till he heals again;

who will take his hands, his heart
and help him make a brand-new start;

and who will seek him where he hides
to let him know it's safe outside?

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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

RACE TO JUDGMENT

RACE TO JUDGMENT

Make no mistake

I was born into this skin by some cosmic design

bigger than your bigotry and bigger than mine

and whatever the divine purpose

whether to learn, to teach or just a high-level practical joke

what you think that you see in me

ain't necessarily what you're gonna get;

so cross the street and let me be

cause your right to judge me by my outwardness

is tiny compared with my right to be me.

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

IN THE LAND OF WHAT SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED

IN THE LAND OF WHAT SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED

It is with inconceivable sorrow
that we must rise to another day
in this quarry of blood and of bone and of steel
in the land of what should not have happened.

Here we stand with our backs to the wall
in a line as we listen for our numbers
in this pit of consigned and condemned and bereft
in the land of what should never have happened.

As we sit in the smoke of the yard
we all look at each other and wonder
with our unaddressed needs and unspeakable deeds
in the land of what should not have happened.

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