Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Samantha's Song

Samantha's song...
walking off the world

so here I finally am
no hurry to find you there
walking off the world

seemingly finally heard
in the last breath drawn
with a steely smile…

I’ve wondered all the while
about this and that,
and I’m wild with all regret

that this has been so hard
for you and me….
this continued confidentiality?

Will April always be the
cruelest month for you and me?
seems like there’s an empty space of days…

when we sit down and chat in lost malaise
over early times, and better times
and the innocence of illusion…

of happily ever after times
and all the opportunities chosen
wasting, chasing away our youth.

I always feel the showers falling
in april’s soft sweet streets,
puddles reflecting a muzzled face…

and I’m so there finally,
no hurry to find you
walking off the edge.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Why do we do this?

why do we do this?

we do it because we love it.

this dance of words...

courage hurled upon a page,

persuading ourselves

despite our constant parade of humanity

that calamity of life is wonderful

amid those fragile shells

we tiptoe around ~

the silent sounding thoughts;

the echoes in our collective head…

that secretly dread the day when east meets west

without apology and we are facing

that omniscient horizon.

what will we find then?

when time no longer matters and the

days are scattered out before us

without that thin line that grounded us along?

how will our rhymes sound then

amid the babbling den of everything?

or nothing?

I’m wondering? will the temptation arise

to double back within the loop of space

erasing all the waiting from before and

seize the day’s open door of opportunity

in that stunning gift of frail human possibility

once we finally grow and know….

why we do this?

Saturday, April 7, 2012

for those who like their numbers

for those who like their numbers
I ask:

Is your life like a Shirley Jackson story?

Because if it is, you might be missing

a chance encounter
with a barefoot girl named sunny
dancing in the rain?

prepare your mind
to favor

and dance with me
become a paradox in probability?

let’s gamble with the gods,
creating our own order in the chaos
in unpredictable abandon of the odds

erased of blind faith
we become wonder?

and instead of random,
we are tandem….

Shirley Jackson Bio