On a gloomy Sunday,
In my robe and gray skies
I said for hours
Only wishing my demise.
I don’t move sometimes
Sitting for hours.
I wish I knew my state of mind
Well before launching in
I sit for hours
Wondering where
How all this time has passed
And yet I am waiting,
always waiting.
Emotions aside
Thoughts scream
A daily absence
Time driven
Thoughts prevail
Confusing the brain
When present means
Facing fears
We fight the torture
Of a lonely mind
Find the refuge
Heart and soul
Passion of life
Settle screams.
Standing on the sidewalk
yearning eyes
and darts behind bricks
in the corner
of the street.
Like life we task
ourselves
a journey, some place
to call our own
yet we run
we cannot stop
ourselves wanting to
wishing to find our way.
Like the animal
on the street corner
always hiding from prey,
aways the stock street broker.
I knew
We could know
Just in eyes
We could know
I once
Took a chance
Said hello to love
Felt her return
I knew that
Because she taught me
How to love
Because once.
Our lives
Together
Apart
We stood in line
Avoiding the lead
Always a smile
Always a need
We were in a pose
Not quite like those
Standing together
Expressing smiles
Loving each other.
Its relevance
is only a word,
oft used
an expression of peace
found in the turmoil
of stress,
built upon nerves
needing respite,
a place to fall
with soft landing.
One time
when the world
seemed in order
he looked her way
only to realize
the pain in her eyes,
would never
go away.
Is it you I strive
or you too,
combined you are responsible
such headaches I endure,
the thought of a lesser life
wondering if when
somehow
in my head
in the deep recess of my mind,
this ambition,
some protocol
stated clearly one day
be this or that
a then and when
and yet,
all the sum of our efforts
begin to lay in question
and we will wonder in silence …
What about the other guy?
I sat down listening
their motion a soft lull
each moment similar
yet unique
covering their spatial
home.
I was a resident
for a moment,
the soil around me
having a history,
a place where emotion
might find a settling ground.
I wondered far into the sky,
where the two might meet
how each one
could love the other
a natural embrace
between
water and sunlight,
sky and whitecaps,
the sea is our own
helps us cherish and breathe,
the beauty of nature.
I was in a hurry one morning
when trying to
ride the crest
of my night emotions,
I hoped I was wrong
but deep down
I knew I was right.
There comes a time
when we battle
our own psyche
trying to forget
trying to put aside
those reasons
we know
we can never avoid.
It was that morning
waking up
that seemed the course
of the rest of my
days.
Paper and a pen 