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thought...

If he "talks business" over here,
but "handles business" over there--
does he stand for anything???

thought...

Weather Vane

It's like looking through frosted glass,
Surveying the experiential difference between
Hindsight and foresight...

Present so radically shifts between "what if..." and "if only..."
I prefer rain over fog any day
Yet ironically, am confronted by morning's dewy mist

If clear were easier to readily attain...
But it's not, because I am often living in mixed conditions

Partly cloudy
Partly sunny
Rain and sleet
Sleet and snow
Flash flooding all throughout my sense of well-being

Eyes are hazy with sweltering and ever-changing emotions
The mirage of my contentment often short circuits
Because overwhelming circumstance trickles of a grim reality
Down life's painted glass

This poor sight at Present,
Morphs my Yesterday into a dimmer Tomorrow;
Radically shifting my Today

Stain

Brushed cross my cheek...

the scent
the caress
of what was thought could never be

It happened...

that silent moment between wounded existence
an exchange--of mutual regret
and understanding

The truth...

it's stained my hope
this time, the fight has turned into begging
as the desperation sets in

The betrayal...

it hits my nose
buried deep into this collar crease
and rubs my mind raw--numb

it stains
it hurts
won't wash out,

the quiet of actuality
that brushed cross my cheek

I hold back the tears so that they don't stain;
tarnish what remains, of my dignity...

Blah

nothing substantial...not much to say...mind's been on empty...no life on which to prey...muse...use or abuse...cause virgin paper to copulate with pen...conceive...and birth more than an afterthought...so I often abort personification...miscarry lyrical revelations...of hope...and of healing...until the morning after...when the thrill is gone...and I'm faced once again with nothing substantial...not much to say...spitting in the hungry eye wanting reassurance...laughing at the still born of this raped thought...by drawing on my own selfish intuitions...and empty ambitions...

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I haven't talked to you lately;
I mean, really talked to you,
Shared my day...feelings...thoughts--
Included you like the friend that you are

An afterthought;
As of late, that's how rememberance of you's come about
I'd say sorry, but you deserve so much more...

...like inclusion; respect...maybe a lil' pride on the side
Beginning to think that happy isn't really happy if you're never
One of the ones smiling

So today, I would like a reintroduction,
Because you deserve the very best--

Determinedly; timidly...I uncover the mirror
Because now I know, I am someone worth loving...

Loving completely

Weak

Sometimes, I wish I were under-worked and over-paid...so that belly would be full and spirit, contented...but I fear that would not solve the problem...because I didn't trust God today...and when I forget to remember Him...something happens in those waking hours to remind me--I misplaced my trust...set my commitment down to chase after His will...if only for a moment, I could indulge my senses in the decadence of it all...somehow, I don't believe such a thought would be as exciting, if I would daily turn to the One sweeter than the honey in the honeycomb...He, who gives back to us, everything the locusts stole...but I didn't trust God today...and when I forget to remember Him, I settle for little inadequacies that add up to a large abyss of confusion...of questions...and loneliness...and my passion, like a half-empty glass...nestles deep into the dusty mantle of my finitude...I owe life an apology...for demanding more of her than she could ever give...