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Dialogue 2

“Bring enough change for the ride home
where we go you won’t wish to stay.
Though we leave this place for today
you and I were not built to roam,
it’s not part of our genome.
We go now because we must
but let us not tempt wanderlust.
Our roots will always remain here.
We too will always remain near
until all that we are is dust.”

“You act as if we have a choice.
What we seek is not in this place,
I can see it writ on your face,
I hear the quaver in your voice
why should you not instead rejoice?
The strength we need is within reach
be damned the ideals that you preach.
We move now to greater rewards
let us embark with enthused swords
the courage in you I beseech.”

“We move like branches in the storm
bent with intentions in the air
the winds of another’s despair;
this is what they see of our form
the subtle act we all perform
yet our hearts are deep in the ground,
sheltered from the sights and the sounds.
They would have you find strength elsewhere
but strength will always be right there
when peace deigns to come back around”

Me

I am
     soapstone
     unbroken
     form beneath form

I am not
     marble
     hard work and precision
     thousands of patient chisels

To be sculpted
     is an easy thing
           with only a little love
               and subtle effort

     but to be broken is much easier
          achieved with the slightest carelessness
               and an unyielding intent

1999

On the knifes edge of gray
               sirens call out through the fog
the sound is everywhere
               yet always running away.

A dog barks
an angry snap to it – hunger
               the pads of its feet slap
heavy rain against the concrete
               if not for the nails scratching with every lift.

The siren is blaring
               it drowns out the dog
                              save for the scratching Thick fog like white darkness
I know not where to run
               Only that I must
                              to life – to death
my footfalls drown in the sound of that distant siren.

Remorse

               Opportunity
often speaks in riddles
               an anxious precipice
                              tumbled stones
                                             climbing wind

a sunlit valley could be a city
               a city could be leveled
                              the years gathering together
                                             to rebuild the valley that was
               opportunity

is the vision beyond sight
               a world of dreams
                              expressed in folds
                                             so close to finding
               opportunity

will find broken things and fix them
               or break the things that are better broken
                              not resigned to decide
                                             that responsibility rests on you
               opportunity

passes quietly like a loved one
               not seen in years
                              love kept safe in the closet
                                             in a box unopened
               until they are gone

Anticipation

Wait

               In shadows
the dark like water

Swimming

               Against the current
a weight to the chest holding you

Down

               Beneath the rot
where light is afraid to come

Out

               Of sight and mind
patiently waiting for the moment

When

               Will it end
or should I end it

myself

Drowning

The ocean calls to us often
when life itself will not soften
those depths could envelope our pain
as we settle in their domain
submerged

What better way to keep at bay
the many thoughts that can break you
all those demons that haunt the day
when you’re trying to just get through
the mind submerged in work is strong

Reality can be held down
with fluffy handcuffs and sex toys
or a host of other such joys
when all else just deepens your frown
become submerged in pleasures song

When everything else feels so wrong
be submerged or you won’t last long.

Imperfect

What is perfection but an attempt?
               passion personified as will
               but left wanting
to give in would leave you with nothing

Perfection is a nice dream
               when sleep is needed
                              and morning comes too early

Perfection is a plan you have for the future
               that you should have enacted years ago

Perfection is a long drink of water
               waiting at the desert oasis

Perfection is pursuit and effort
               though it is lost in the result
               you will never achieve it
and for that you are perfect

The Arena

How can this be
what I’ve come to know as me
I was so sure that I would be more
This life a bull and I the matador
but, alas, I could not harm such a noble beast

Their broad shoulders bear their own horizon, a mountainous ridge that both beckons and intimidates. Cloven hooves punctuate the battle ground, sure footed and pacing to display their command of the stage.

Flowers fall from the stands, red petaled rain to honor the harsh brutality made flesh. The horned dawn rises over the beastly horizon to wreak havoc on all that hinder them.

I lay my sword amongst the flowers and offer with it my hubris. May they find me a worthy feast.

Implode

I’ve had enough of me
the dreams that once would get me through
have drifted away and bent askew
floating past their apogee
I’ve had enough of me

The joy I had was misconstrued
and there is nothing left I want to do
I’ve seen all I want to see
I’ve had enough of me

Trapped in a puzzle room without a clue
forgetting more and more of what I knew
I just wish I could be free
I’ve had enough of me

The loneliness inside I can’t subdue
the stable moments are so few
all that’s left is debris
I’ve had enough of me