Convalescence

Picture credited to rjinrhee

You silence me with deafening presence

and I would waste my romance on you

had I the will to step ahead.

These words are just casualty

to the gripping realism of pretense

and ignorance.

Neither side has passed their banter

onto a wasted soul, nor wet their lips

at the forthcoming of a guided kiss.

How can the venom sting

if it was there from the beginning?

Convoluted bodies reaching for an answer

where answers can not be given—

and actions become louder than words

when words have long lost their meaning.

When sentences become fragments

inside the twisting nether

of a poor lost boy.

And as the boy begins to collect

his lost remains, the worst parts of you

are just entertained.

Two Lives

Two hearts beating, two minds dreaming,

under severed skies lie two lives fleeting.

One stays north while one flies south,

connected they speak in unison

however far silent mouth to mouth.

Through oceans and storms the tidals

and quakes, their bond blossomed stronger

across the breadth of paths gently taken.

But distance and time was forever unkind

and their roots slowly were shaken.

A new face here and a new sight there

had ushered them to far off planes.

And experience would show

that it takes more than snow

to douse the heat from old flames.

Unfaithful

There was a spark

at the end of his dim lit tunnel.

He saw it so readily;

some say they never see it,

comatose or a moment ago revived.

Day in and day out

a flicker that would twinkle

like a star through lens-scope,

and he could almost reach it

through earth spiraling fade to dark.

Demonized he felt,

claw marks through tunnels grasping

past thin air at illusive mythology.

At best this was the closest

to faith a man could be bestowed.

Yet it was never enough

to satisfy half-filled attempts at validity;

a charge he placed at the world's feet,

to grant him reach

and be fulfilled.

Ramblings

This silence is deafening. I walk the floors of this place I call home and feel abandoned. Up the stairs, circle in my room, down the stairs, around the family room - sit down on the couch and turn on the television. I stare aimlessly at pop culture and false prophets, they seep through me like dust to a window screen - collecting, and just passing by.

The clouds are setting in - it looks like a rainstorm as I open the front door. The breeze whisks around me like a large stone on the surf and I feel comforted by the sheer magnitude of their colossal form overhead. They've some story to tell after traveling hundreds of miles collecting, as I have, waiting to share their abundances with a world below. I wonder when they will cry, or if they will, as they creep along the atmosphere in solitude - each one their own brother or sister - cousin or aunt.

The house seems empty and these clouds are my only companion for the time being, so I watch them with glee and hope they stay for a while even if they must pass without sharing their indulgences. I reach for my favorite orange cup and fill it with water, sit down at my computer screen and get lost in infinity. These are the times of my life - but these times are so boring and lonely.