Indicatory

I sit within grey noises

Nothing closer or further

Within a blanketed fog

An arbitrary breeze felt

With and without chills

Much like made memories

Created many years ago

Your childhood at parks

The times of snow frolic

Visits to school offices

Dance classes you loved

But most unfortunately

Pain may one day dispel

But losing you… never will

Dysphoric

No moon could save a sun

Yet- naturally they do that

Arduously I continue to go

Through my life of motions

As if it were a rehearsed play

In my honest expected fashion

Though I can’t actually claim

Bearing identical motivation

In spent seconds of each day

Motivation and I; estranged

When life’s end goal changed

And I fear it may not be done

Life itself is all about changes

Undesirable ones hurt …worse

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‘Poetry Partners’ update — The skeptic’s kaddish

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I feel whelved in disbelief

Like an alternative reality

Clinging to a single island

The way fog does a meadow

In some cruel fairytale story

I stand atop a lone mountain

With a perfect view outwardly

Overlooking my lost horizon

Slipping into a watery surface

Whilst a storm rages onwardly

As I feel my fingernails clench

The tender of my numb palms

In but a foolish fobbed effort

To feel deep something… different

Double cross

Self-autonomy isn’t always great

Specifically, if you can’t delegate

Judgments you’d rather pass on

To lay fault for any poor selection

As if by someone else’s incompetence

To make sound choices for our benefit

And so, it’s just me and this mirror

Yet, I can find no real reasonableness

When life just drops you unexpectedly

CenterPoint of two opposing poles

When a part of myself desires- both

As all the rest of who I’ve come to be

Dreads outcomes of what may follow

Either one I feel I’m forced to… select

Designated

Where- do I run away to now?

My known safe haven- is gone

We’ve been each other’s North’s

Beaming bright despite distance

But never better, when together

My heart lost- entangled in itself

Like an obscure slow drifting fog

Subjugated to any wispy current

I am blind and stars don’t speak

Not to my heart or its inner pain

I pray heaven bestows me mercy

For not having courage nor notion

To utter thee any farewell by me

Letting go is too much… already

Love Daddy,

Tempestuous

I stay in triage mode for safety

Tolling of the bell now readied

I meander in- out of a fogginess

Unsure of which is the clearest

Some silence, some white noise

Without distinguished patterns

I’ve nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Except being lost, sentimentally

Brokenness lays deep within me

I waffle from being wide asleep

To liken being drowsily awake

Oft I question what is upwards

While denying what is before me

What I truly seek …is a miracle

Morsels

Today has had a souring taste

The unexpected lingering type

You adapt to but never leaves

And its overcast weighs heavy

I’m distracted by a distraction

Staring out yesterday’s portal

If only we preserved good days

To replace the days like today

My heart cries in a near silence

Knowing I can’t dial time back

For another palatable serving

There are no returns, no refunds

Not all slices of life are equals

And not all slices get… finished

Requisite

I walked in a million waves

That crashed on barren beaches

Waiting to be quenched- once

Finding only remnants of lives

I lived but inside secret dreams

And I bore a thousand sunburns

Standing next to you but you

Were just some passing moon

I believed was sent to guide me

Eventually, I came to realize

You’re not the source I’ve needed

And my life grew darker- again

It’s defeating when even lies, lie

But you believe them…to survive

Penrose

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There was a shift in our universe

Its appearance was even dimmer

Music became indistinguishable

We both noticed but said nothing

I believed instinctively we knew

More and more effort was required

As we tried to recapture that- us

First, I thought it was me being off

Then I thought it was really you

I was right in part on both counts

But not for the reasons concluded

Turns out, we were really good at

Misleading each other; survivalist

Truth was, we never really had … us

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