A dove’s flight

Time has nearly ceased to matter to me anymore

It has become an antiquated construct to stem worry

Obtuse footfalls used to be so insensitive to my sleep

When the object was to catch back up in a lost race

I rise and lay down when I damn well, please

I’ve no duty other than heed the moment I do whatever it is I’m doing

Besides, the rest of the world is busy taking care of itself

I immerse myself in those events I avoided a lifetime before

For a plethora of reasons, one of which I was never reason enough to embark

I still haven’t found my perfected self in any of these things

But I do find a deeper sense of awareness, in microseconds now

Along with a clearer measure of acceptance of who I may yet become

Even if I am the only one who will ever learn of it

And that is ok, for me in this… present day

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Taxation

Can sequestration really be a choice,

If the alternatives require groveling?

The surrendering of one’s full dignity,

And treated as some unwanted pet?

Or might it be called preservational,

Acting kindly to oneself for a change?

Outside the established expectations,

That any punctuation brings shame?

Or is such hideous treatment prelude,

In a systematic source of vile natures?

Purposely spurring someone to run off

While simultaneously skirting any blame

And causal to someone opting their exile

From a country, they once called… family

Willow

I’ve tumbled within my shadow

Where once I strolled in sunlight

My path, once known, now absent

It too lays beneath this blackness

I feel watery drops upon my skin

Yet, there’re no cloudy skies above

I hear the echoes of my breathing

Greater than I feel my heartbeats

It is not a place, yet it does exist

In its most extraordinary context

I’m unsure if breezes caress me

Or if my thoughts turned rogue

Still, within all my unsteadiness

I’ll move faithfully… in blindness

Six feet back

I see it now, in but my lateness

Warm temperatures for summer

Our smiles where we’ve not sat

Nor admired the garden flowers

Whose scent didn’t excite the bees

Conversation that we’ll miss out on

Oh, how I used to enjoy those times

They’d spill over into looking back

Reminiscent of laughter, we had

In those microseconds of our lives

Never appreciating the real present

In the presence of real life at hand

And we only become acutely hesitant

When we’re the last one left… standing

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Absurdity

Most things about me are natural

Not that anyone would ever know

And without meaning too

I wear darkness like a tailored suit

As if the moon and I were dating

In some but bizarre kind of way

Reminiscent of black and white films

I’m sure I’d have fit in back then

I triage new battle scars with words

My souls blood-drops are my tears

Time is the only door to understand

What I feel and precisely who I am

But not even time is set in stone

At times I’m my best… on my own

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Disrupted

There’re times I’m hit like a tidal wave

Knowing they’re echoes of my emotions

Still trying to find a new resting place

Trying to fit in where they don’t belong

And since you’ve been gone- it’s harder

Starting over when you can’t get started

I’m a song that got lost and then caught

Here between who I am and who I’m not

I’m an instrument left without a sound

Despite all this, I continue looking up

To see if you might be looking down

Offering some answer or solution how

Don’t know if the sun setting or if it’s dawn

Don’t know if subsistence…is moving on

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Missing

Dawn still remains hours away

But I stumble through the darker

Deciding to let the lights sleep in

I know every step I take in silence

At times it’s the most I can accomplish

I know where I’m heading and have been

I just never thought it be without you

I get thoughts of you I can’t hold them

The way my arms are dying to again

Every now and then I’m all messed up

When I can’t console my heart like you did

I’m feeling tired but still too awake

Still trying to believe this is all a mistake

Something you’d never let me believe

You’re still the best part… I’ll be

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Immersive

Living new aspects of love

Weigh heavily on my soul

Sometimes it feels as though

I’m lost in the glimmer’s glow

Overshadowed by brightness

Hidden from all I’ve known

Like ashes of a fire out of control

At mercy to the passing breezes

I’m a star falling into darkness

Far beyond site of near horizons

My voice is lost under a silence

Not even I can hear its utterances

And I really wouldn’t mind at all

Knowing you’ll stop… my dissolve

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Feverish

At first, I felt cold chills rampant

Rushing through my veins

As sure as if it were really happening

Fire in my soul folded in half

Fear swathed me like a sheet

It was like a back smoke-filled room

Pillowy clouds evolving but silence

Oh, and I- lay trembling

I could see a curious blurring

Until I saw you through the haze

Then everything was clear as day

And your smile brightened things

A bit more than usual

Radiating your warmth my way

Sun and moon danced above meadows

Normal never felt so beautiful

And for a moment it was like I awaken

From a bad spell of something

Life was like it used to be

And the dark shadows fell away

I could finally breathe- once again

As if, my soul was in heaven… visiting

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Residual

Most of my life, sooner or later

I’d find myself in the wake(s)

Of undesirable laced reality

Or unfinished conversations

Memories of a few yesterdays

And captivating connections

Loss of significant loved ones

Odd misunderstood solitudes

Smokey wisps of my daydreams

Meaningless riverside strolls

Shadow seat under a lone tree

Bodily warmth of misspent love

When I was still young- believing

Life would forever taste… sweet

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