Black ice

Betrayal is an accessibility door

To the core of my vulnerability

The headquarters of all that I am

Where I deduce my truest realities

Where I’m secure in a certainness

My secrets, my fears, my weakness

My trust is nurtured and matured

A conscious place I may retreat to

From the world at large or at times

When my realm has become ugly

Or that ugliness is now my chaos

When trust is unexpectedly broken

When my love for another is marred

By a friend proven to be …a stranger

Tabula rasa

In some respects: “The path not taken”

May well have been the very right one

But for all the wrong reasons unknown

Our diverging moments never do return

However, their wise lessons taught, will

Right and wrong will forever serve us

In predication for our pending futures

I’ve taken many preverbal right roads

Discovering it wasn’t where I belonged

Whilst a few notorious- wrong roads

Were more comfortable for my palate

Coziness can retard one’s inner growth

Just as unjust punishment prevents love

Diverge your past- then… embark again

Duty of truth

I’ve searched my erstwhile times

When I had a love affair with life

Like a child’s prepubescent crush

On someone in walls of silence

Where even my soul celebrated

And I was devoid of responsibilities

But time ushered in newer knowledge

Often in those lackluster lessons

Where I learned about authentic

And genuine held separate distinctions

Love is a mature act all its own

But far too often nefariously misused

Conflating preference, with loves actions

As children when adults… know better

X factor

It’s unpredictable really

My mind tends to escape

Drift off to an unknown place

In a slow subtle kind of way

Sometimes for a few seconds

Other times, time just disappears

And I’m unsure- for how long

Something frequently brings me back

Back here to my heart and reality

Idealistically I pretend as if it sneaks off

To spend time with you- some-where

But unable to recall any of the visits

Yet, I know deep within my heart

One day, it will take my soul…with

To myself

Sleepless nights walking

Across memory avenues

There are no exits available

Dampness lingers in the air

Locked inside a music tune

That endlessly toys with me

I sit silently and keenly wait

As yesterday becomes today

A blanket of amber and blue

As dawn breaks the horizon

And proud tears in my eyes

I watch- baby roses bloom

Much as I unwantonly realize

My babygirl is…an Angel too

Le cinq reflets

I miss the way we

Danced in rarity

Of your early years

I miss the way

You sang with me

In a car going down a road

I miss the way we

Stormed the woods

As I watched a man grow

I miss the way we

Played games for hours

Laughter was our wild card

I miss the way

We talked about anything

It always filled my heart

I confess, I’ll miss it all more

Those here now or already gone

When time comes … to depart

Nestled

I bear the scars rented

From misbegotten love

From ten thousand roads

From where I have trodden

By both my body and soul

Where I’ve walked dusty

Where my lips have thirsted

Where I felt unfulfilled hunger

Where I cloaked in only cold

Where my heart was broken

Where the darkness reined

When the sun was unrelenting

Where came the nonstop rain

Where Grace accompanied me

Where I am…for all of my days

Gambit

My only sun is broken

Its fire turned direction

And I- but a forest deep

Its depravity burns harsh

Its salvation all dried up

And my moon, out of site

Much like a rat’s wheel

My world still churns

For its own amusement

And I- merely a puppet

The courts seek victims

So, the jesters can play

And all the judges laugh

This was my…life stage

Sunsets

I felt a flow of abeyance today

Lingering off the near horizon

In an unexpected conversation

Between implied and inferences

Where notice of frayed teethers

Were being taught a bit tighter

Straining corroding tie points

Aspects feel a tug now and then

Things age within their lifetime

Just as some lifetimes are shorter

And some become more corroded

So now, I must prepare- myself

For razor-sharp words to speak

And a wounded heart to… bleed

Chainless

There lives a place of sanctuary

Where I- alone often go to visit

Where my mind, heart, and soul

Can safely together be consoled

Within some contextual triage

Where their wet wounds can heal

Beneath an umbrella of pure grace

Where attentive thoughts be said

Where attentive listening- is heard

A space solid kinship are solidified

Where bloodshot eyes can be clear

Newfound perceptions- welcomed

There is no real pathway to and fro

Wounded or not, I follow… my soul

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